Last Wednesday, I took a train down to DC with my big, puffy down coat.  By Saturday, when I left, it was close to 70 degrees, and I had to lug that big, puffy down coat with me.  The warmth felt magnificent and made me realize how much I've been yearning for spring — for outdoor runs and bike rides, long walks, lighter evenings, and more energy.  The daffodils have started to appear, which is always a good sign, but spring can't come soon enough for me.