When you live in Alaska, spring is a special time of year. Not as dripping with awesomesauce as summer with its 18-hours of daylight, but leaving winter behind is always worth celebrating.
We mark the beginning of spring with the Vernal Equinox on March 21 (interestingly, Russians mark it less scientifically with an arbitrary calendar date, March 1), but I take great joy in noticing the more visual milestones. For instance, when:
Sunny days in winter are welcome, but the lack of any insulating cloud cover means the sun has no real warmth. For me, spring ends — and summer begins — on that magical, arbitrary day when “sunny and clear” actually means that the air will be warmer than on overcast days.
That hasn’t happened yet, but I think it’ll be any day now.