It was that week

Last week was that week; the week when the weather warms up and you know that it's going to be warm again before we all die.  I wait and wait for that week every year.  I was outside as much as possible, walking farther than normal for lunch, sneaking in a trip to the park, leaving my coat at home.  Mmmm.   Unfortunately, it's normally followed by this week, in which Mother Nature takes back winter.  It's okay; she can be a tease; I know she'll give in in the end.