Is it where you are? That lilting breeze which lightly caresses your skin, the sun that lures you outside to stare at the sky and exchange smiles with strangers?
It’s not in these parts, I can assure you! We are cycling through cold, wet, and miserable, punctuated by the odd too-hot day, just warm enough to confuse the wee spring shoots into not knowing if they’re coming or going.
Oh, climate change. I do not heart you.
Neither do they: