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You know that first heady night of spring, when you can sleep under a light cover with the windows open, listening to all the sounds outside that have been muffled through closed windows, thick blankets and the sound of the heater all winter long?

When the longer day slips by into an evening where the breeze flows through the room, bringing the green scent of of mown grass and blooming flowers?

That's tonight.

Edit: and we got an earthquake to mark the occasion. Grand.