It usually bites me around this time every year.
But it's been unseasonably warm this winter and spring,
and so the effects of this bite feel stronger than usual.
The warm air and sunny afternoons make me miss westward road trips. The cool, rainy mornings make me long for sleepy mornings in the Italian convent where I lived for a short time.
And the bright evenings that grow longer and longer each day make me miss reading outside at college under tall, shady trees in the summer.
I want to travel.
Anywhere will do.