Jenny pointed it out. The softly glowing orb looked kind of like a soft white light bulb shining through a heather gray tee shirt.
"Happy spring," I said to her as I popped cashews into my mouth and finished off my sample sized coffee.
"Spring my nuts," she said, over it.
"Mmkay."
We drove back to our place without saying a word, both of us tired of the oppressive winter that at this point, was just lingering on like the crud in your chest after a bout with a nasty upper respiratory bug.
As we pulled onto our block we noticed something curious, a break in the clouds. The light was actual, beautiful. We parked and got out. I felt almost warm. We stood on the front lawn for a few short moments before the hail started. It wasn't big hail, tiny pellets of ice. Jenny looked at me, disappointed.
"Wait here," I said before running inside with two bags of groceries.
I grabbed our bike helmets and two pairs of sun glasses. Then, I went back out of doors. We put on our stuff.
"Happy spring."
"Happy nuts."