My inner monologue last Sunday while sporting swimwear during a month when it usually snows.

Ninety degrees on a Sunday afternoon.

Lake water, breathtakingly cold.

Trees not fully leafed out.

Four pontoons parked by the not-yet-roped-off swimming area spilled forth dogs and people amazed at the sunshine.

Twenty children balanced on life rafts and screamed with laughter.

Teenaged boys shook off water like puppies.

The radio commercials talked about spring coming soon.

I think it's already here.