Today the mercury topped out at 42F. Coming off the tail end of a streak of days in the teens, the weather was positively tropical. You know that "smell of spring" that wafts through the house when you open the windows on a day like today? It's sort of indescribable, but I'm going to try my best anyways....
I smell water. But not standing water, or even running water. It's the smell of water that has life in it: dew on freshly unfrozen grass, dirt that's halfway between dry and mud, bugs in the ground frozen, but now thawed. Did you know that's actually a scientific fact? A part of that wonderful fresh spring air is bacteria in the soil released by the thaw. Mmmmm....
I feel sorry for people who life in climates where there are no seasons. That's rich, right? Who would ever feel sorry for someone who gets to live in San Diego? Me, that's who. Have you ever walked into a hospital room where someone has just put a fresh coat of vomit on the floor? No? Oh, well I will help you out and just say after a few minutes you get used to even that. Clearly, my point is that San Diego is like a hospital room with a vomiting patient in it.
