"Oh what a beautiful day..."
I absolutely love these mornings. You step outside into the soft, early light. It's a bit chilly, Spring on the air, yet you know that the day will warm up and become oh so nice by mid-day, early-afternoon. Birds sing their hearts out, the various songs lightly floating on the air. The sun shines down, soft still in the morning, poking through and around what few puffy clouds roam the skies. The day itself is lazy but not Summer-lazy, Spring-lazy with a hint of anticipation. Everyone is happy that Winter is over and the snow is gone for at least another 6 months. Yet the year is renewing itself and Summer, the supreme break of every year, is still on the way, still in the future.
These are the days.