here in the northeast, i like to think of this time of year as almost summer. because even if i’m wearing a scarf when going outside, or need to pull out my puffy coat for one final day or two, when the light starts to change, everything changes. without fail, one fine evening in march or april when i’m cooking dinner in my city digs, i look up and realize – damz! it’s still bright outside! and it’s uphill from there until at least october as far as i’m concerned.