Sometimes when spring comes to Vermont, I feel like I might need to move. It’s not that spring isn’t beautiful here, because it really is. It’s just that I’m reminded of places in the world where the air always greets you with an embrace, not an assault. Where sidewalks are never treacherous and being outside doesn’t require emergency preparations. Where the full and glorious palette of green is available all year round. And flowers, birdsong, breezes.

Then I think, if I could have all this all year round, I might not love it as much as I do.