It feels like spring and smells like mud.
It’s Monday, January 14 and it is 60 degrees in Boston. It’s sunny and breezy and all the snow is melted and the ground is wet and it smells like mud. I stepped outside and had this weird feeling of nostalgia that I can’t really describe, but it made me think of springtime as a child. I couldn’t quite grasp the memory, but it was a really nice feeling.
Snow is in the forecast for Wednesday.