It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man’s energy. – Arthur Conan Doyle

[T]here has been a violent storm and rain…. This morning shone as bright as if it meant to make up for all the dismalness of the past days. – Nathaniel Hawthorne, journal, 1841 October 7th