During the first hint of Spring, people hardly know what do to with themselves. Some wear shorts while others still step out in a hat and scarf; they’re unable to re-program themselves after so many weeks spent below freezing. People cooped up in an office all day, who helplessly stared out their windows at the surprising splendor, come out after dark. They take their kids to the playground or sit at a picnic table reading the paper. It hardly seems to matter that the only light comes from the harsh glare of a streetlamp.