As I sauntered down the street one day last summer, a prairie storm drifted in front of me. The tempest lingered a few feet above my head. If I’d shimmied up a street lamp, I could have touched the clouds. If I’d scrambled onto a nimbus, I could have floated away, never to bother anyone or be bothered by anything again. But since I didn’t take any action besides looking upward with awe, here I am, still rattling around Planet Earth and wishing you a happy Spring.