It certainly feels that way. Yesterday, I walked to Carolyn's house in shorts and Uggs, only feeling slightly ridiculous with the notion that I was wearing shorts in February. Today, coming out of class, coats, gloves and scarves weren't even necessary. It must be at least 40 degrees out there. Snow is melting. Grass, peeking out from under their heavy icy blankets saying hi. Hyacinths blooming. Wednesday's a predicted high of 54 and rainy. Will it last?