The true meaning of springtime

At a latitude like ours where there are 4 real seasons, everyone has that moment where they realize, "Hey, it's spring!" The stereotypical sign is seeing the first robin of springtime. For many people it's the smell of blossoming flowers and trees. I once had it when I walked out of a rehearsal to find, for the first time all semester, it wasn't pitch black at 8pm. This year it was my own body that signaled the occasion and made me realize the true meaning of springtime: Spring is when I stop being lazy and sitting around in my pajamas all day, and start sitting around in my underwear all day.

Isn't nature beautiful?