This past winter was a fairly harsh one, with a two-foot snowfall setting the stage for a cold end to a season which eventually dumped a yard of snow on the yard. Thankfully, I live in a functional state (despite our Governor turning out to be a shithead), so the harsh winter was a minor inconvenience. Sure, there were weeks when I simply left my car at work, but I have a workplace, and the public transportation infrastructure is fantastic.
Still, I'm glad winter is over. I can put the flannel-lined jeans in storage. Even more importantly, old friends are returning: i heard the trill of a red-winged blackbird resounding from the marsh on the property, on the drive home I see skunks gamboling throughout my neighborhood, my beloved stinging nettles are poking through the leaf litter. Soon, the spring peepers will be chiming their love songs by the pools of meltwater throughout the night. The robins and mourning doves have returned.
More importantly, it's more comfortable being outside, in conditions more salubrious than cramped indoor spaces. Soon, it will be feasible to take the old laptop outside and work al fresco. The social isolation of a pandemic winter will be mitigated. With the prospect of vaccines being broadly available, it looks as if a genuine spring awakening is on its way.