Spring is here...?

I'm sitting on my porch, barefoot, trying to contain my excitement caused by this warm weather. The wind is still blowing and with it, it brings memories of a bitterly cold winter, but I stubbornly sit through it and accept the goosebumps. The air smells like Spring and that's all I need to convince me of its arrival. I can observe people's differing reactions to the weather and it's completely predictable. Some have completely embraced the notion that Spring is here to stay. They are wearing shorts, riding their bikes or taking their dogs out for walks without care, or a jacket. Others are a little more sceptical. They have jackets, but they are holding them or wraping them around their waists. I've seen people still wearing their winter coats, pretending as if this fluke of a day isn't really happening. They don't want to get their hopes up, so they hide their head until the snow is back.
Oh, snow. Come to think of it, I can't remember snow. I've blocked it out of my memory. I'm embracing the notion of Spring and even though the forecast calls for snow tomorrow, I will be completely surprised to see the white stuff. I'm secretly hoping the heavens grew tired of dumping bitter cold on us, making our days gray and glum. The birds, thousands of which join me in the outdoors, are agreeing with me and that's all I need.