It is said that the Sweet Sound of Spring is that of birds chirping, rabitts rustling through the underbrush, or perhaps even the soft patter of fat, warm, pre-Summer raindrops.
Nay, I say. The Sweet Sound of Spring is none of these shallow items.
It is, rather, the chirping of mall-goers getting a jump-start on the latest fashions, the rustle of unspoiled flip-flops being broken in for the long season ahead, and the soft pattering of premature divers jumping into 30-degree water.
I challenge you this year; listen for the true Sweet Sound of Spring, and soon thy warm-weather fantasies will be fulfilled.