If It Ever Began, Here

The sudden change from the dead of winter to basically summer is disconcerting. My body still guards against a chill that is long gone, and my clothes seem entirely too heavy. 

Bare knees, shins, forearms and elbows, all begin making strange appearances, decontextualized by the absent cold. 

"It's warm," somebody says at my work every hour, and somebody else replies, "Yeah, winter's finally over."