Today is the nicest day in New York City of the year (I believe that it's supposed to be in the 70s today) and on my 15 minute to school, I took special note of these lyrics:
"Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Tangled up in blue."
It's not as if those really anything to do with it being warm outside but when spring and eventually summer comes around, people are outside more and become *ahem* much more acquainted with one another. To have words "written in my soul from me to you" sounds corny in the winter but when it's nice enough that you can shed the coat, they become almost enlightening.
Longer post later.