The air is misty and wet, the kind that makes you want to curl up in front of a log fire and read a good book. Except that it's too warm for a fire. All of nature is green, scented with wet earth that you want to walk barefoot in.
Instead, I opened my windows, and worked while pigeons flocked on the bacony, all nice and plump from the feast of popcorn someone spread out on the ground below... I think they came looking for dessert.