Another glorious, sunny, warm day yesterday in Sacramento. I needed some air anyway, so I joined what seemed like every state and legislative employee downtown in heading outside to grab lunch and bask in the sun.
Our spring days are just exquisite here. There's no humidity, a light breeze, surreally blue skies and sun, sun, sun. All too soon the sun will begin mocking us, bleaching grass and plants (this is why California is called the Golden State, I think), beating down mercilessly, leaving us to huddle in air conditioning while praying for Delta breezes.
But not yesterday. Yesterday was a celebration of the end of winter. Of the arrival of spring. Of a few weeks of impossibly perfect weather until summer grabs us around the throat and grimly holds on.