A March day, sunny and cloudless, with fresh, bracing winds.

Green things pushed up from the soil; an eternal something was happening to the tips of the tree branches; an eternal something was happening in young hearts.

A robin shook the dust of travel from his wings and bathed publicly in a park basin.
Here and there under the ten thousand roofs of the great city poets were busy with inkpots, trying to say an old thing in a new way.

Woe to the pinched soul that did not expand this day, for it was spring.

Expansion! Nature--perhaps she was relenting a little, perhaps she saw that humanity was sliding down the scale, withering, and a bit of extra sunshine would serve to check the descension and breed a little optimism.
Cutty's study.