It was a feeling we hadn’t had in a long time, somehow familiar and comforting. Walking across the parking lot, we could feel it pulling us in, dark shirt absorbing the sun on our backs.

We just wanted to give in, let it wash over us and succumb to some flowery springtime fantasy. The warm, fresh air was intoxicating, like inhaling a drug, letting it fill our lungs and causing us to hallucinate about open windows, sweet vegetables growing in the garden, the feel of salt-caked skin as we walk off…