I love a warm spring day. Here in Las Vegas we've had a nice string of them. When I'm in NY these days make me yearn for my teen years when friends and I would head down to the river to drink a few cold ones and just enjoy each other's company. While I don't ever want to relive those years, I do look back on them fondly when the weather plants the seed of thought.

This is also the time of year when I'm reminded of how much I enjoy the moderate temperatures of spring and fall. Though those seasons generally only last about a month each here, their presence is fulfilling. And, with the weather my New York friends have been suffering through this year, my new neighborhood seems that much more enjoyable.

At least until summer gets here.