It's hard to overstate the effect of two sunny, mild days in a row on us poor New Englanders, who have suffered through a particularly cruel winter. We might still have some more suffering to do in the near future (Who remembers April 1, 1997*?), but let's not think about that now. Everyone is smiling. Everyone is spreading their arms out and looking up—through their sunglasses!—at the sky and saying, "Isn't this great?!" Everyone is walking and riding their bikes. Some people are wearing shorts (it's not that warm, but you can't fault them for their enthusiasm). The rest of us have dug out our lightweight jackets and any shoes that could not possibly be classified as boots.
*On that date, we had a huge snowstorm and we lost our power. Stephanie was only 4 months old, so I just bundled her up in everything she owned. We had a terrible time getting the garage door open (the electric opener obviously didn't work, and the mechanical thingy was jammed), then Andy had to spend several hours shoveling just to make a skinny path to get the car out. We went to Barbara and Jerry's house, where we stayed for 3 days, until power was restored!