Spring?

You don’t notice it when it’s gone; only when it returns. I’m talking about that smell which disappears at the end of autumn and only comes back in the spring. The best moment is when you step out of the office at the end of the day, and it hits you. Right through winter there’s nothing there, just the smell of traffic: then one evening you step out, take a breath, and there it is. A hint of things coming to life again.

I got that this evening, though it being Friday helped, and mild as well. But I definitely got that lift. Of course we’re used to that: every February you get a spell of mild weather, maybe some sunshine, and you think, here comes spring. And then winter settles back in again and March is miserable.