Vernal Equinox, one of Nature's great cycles, is celebrated in just about every ancient culture. It is the time of the year when we abandon winter and, finally, face all that light and warmth as the days grow longer, and the nights—shorter. It is the Equinox, not the first day of March, that is the true beginning of spring.
At least, that's not the kind of message that Mother Nature chose to disseminate today to us, puny humans, as we got bombarded with snow pellets in the face brought over by gusting winds.
This is as sunny as it got.
I blame the transient mountains (I still like you, mountains, but please stop already!).