The delightful forty degree weather allowed me to spurn my unzippable fluffy winter coat (see Coat Saga) in favor of my navy coat with four gold buttons. There should be six, but my jackets hate me.
Anyway, I was walking outside and smelled what struck me as a kind of mulchy smell. Like spring. I couldn't really put my finger on it, but I'm going to call it the Spring Lump for now, because the air was really heavy with it.
And that was my day.