The vernal equinox is perhaps my least favorite day of the year, if not in an absolute sense — I’ll certainly have worse days than this — then at least philosophically.
Today is the day I stare ahead to months of longer, warmer days.
… to clouds of choking pollen.
… to sweating.
… to smog.
… to enduring the giddiness of every frolicking, happy person who loves the sun.
You know how Seasonal Affective Disorder affects people who dislike winter? Yes, there is an opposite of that.