Spring has sprung!

Or, as my father would say:

"Spring is sprung, the grass is ris
I wonder where them birdies is!"

It looks as though Spring is well on its way here in Montreal. The weather's a lovely 12 degrees (that's about 53 degrees for all you Americans), the sun is shining, the snow drift are melting...
I love spring. I really do.
I love the first day the soil starts to thaw. I love the smells in the breeze. I love hearing the birds sing. I love lying in the sun and feeling warm.

Appearantly, I'm not the only one, either: Montreal undergoes a metamorphisis every spring.
People walk around aimlessly, smiling beatifically, blinking in the sun. Buildings I'd never looked at twice in January now catch my eye (I'd never noticed those stiars were purple!); Montrealers sashay around, dressed in their best and brightest clothes; others start impromptu frisbee games.

In this spirit of spontaneity, I decided to give my friend Jon a haircut on the steps of the Redpath museum, on the McGill campus. Sadly, I have no skills in hair-cutting whatsoever, and the cut I gave him is reminiscent of Leonard Nimoy's. Woops! Well, at least hair grows back.

I've been in such a lovely mood. This makes me wonder if I'd ever be able to live in Canada permanently. The winter months can get so hard sometimes...