Ah, March! Season of snow and sun, when winter starts to become truly pleasant. When the snow is packed hard enough to move on and the sun comes out to warm your back.
These are the days when the winter sky suddenly acquires the lofty breeziness of spring, the endless blue of summer, but the ground is deliciously cool and the wild rosebushes and all their thorns are still buried in soft snow. January and February are for putting up with winter; March is for some days regretting it will soon be over.