is this what they used to call ‘spring’?

For most of the week, it’s been incredibly humid. So thick you can smell the water in the air. And then yesterday the temperature dropped about 15 degrees F, leaving it kinda-warm, but with random cool breezes. And all of a sudden, I feel like I’m back home again. I’d forgotten what it felt like living near so many lakes.
Now this morning, the light coming in through the windows is hopelessly soft and mellow. Even the traffic noise seems to be keeping to a minimum.
The world’s gone all soft and mushy. And no, I’m not stoned.