February 24th

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Yesterday was the first comfortable day of the year. The sky was clear, the air was cool, and for the first time in what felt like years, the world warmed up to the beauty that will soon be springtime. It was the type of day where my senses felt heightened, and the details of this great segue came through quite clearly compared to the icy months previous. I stood outside to absorb the sunshine and watched as the 737s carved their way through the cloud-dabbled sky as they came in for landing in Newark. Likewise, the black vultures rose on the pockets of warm air and glided cautiously below the treeline until they ascended far above the reality of the melting earth. A foot of snow was still to be found down here, melting hastily and creating a chorus of drips that soon rumbled in the storm drains like some sort of defeated beast. Spirit has returned in the east, which has, for the last month or so, been effectively suffocated by numerous snowstorms. The stagnancy is banished for now, and the week looks promising. I hold on to my hopes that the weather is not the only thing to change with the season.