While the east suffered another onslaught of winter we experienced an eerie warm up on Wednesday. It was pushing 60 degrees at 11 in the morning.
You could smell the warming earth in the brisk south wind.
By 2:30 in the afternoon the town time-and-temperature sign made you look twice. And then look again to make sure.
Yes, it felt good. So good. But it can't be the end of winter.
It must be the end of the world.