It is the season of rebirth. The season of daffodils and robins and rain and your car covered in green pollen. The season of driving with the windows down. The season of falling in love. The season of getting busy. The season of taking hallucinogens and people-watching. The season of short-sleeves and long pants. It's the best damn season there is.
The vernal equinox is at 7:16 p.m. (GMT) tonight, so sez my Edward Gorey desk calendar. That means . . . lessee . . . 2:16 p.m. for me, 1:16 p.m. for misterscarecrow, 12:16 p.m. for calamityjon, and 11:16 a.m. for snowman. Enjoy it, kids! The earth will be completely vertical with respect to its orbit about the sun. Stand outside and look up and try to appreciate that we're just standing on a big beautiful ball in an endless silent darkness. It's not easy.
I wish that when I said "appreciate", you read it as "understand" and not "be thankful". That's okay, it's not your fault. It's society's.