GOODBYE, WINTER. TA-TA! YOU WERE A COLD LOVER; YOUR KISSES AND EMBRACES WERE AS PASSIONATE AS A BIG BAG OF FROZEN PEAS IN A WALK-IN FREEZER, BUT WE ADMIRE YOU ALL THE SAME. OUR PSYCHOANALYSIS OF THE IRREPARABLE CONDITION OF YOUR CHILLY SOUL: YOUR IDEA OF FUN — ENDLESS DAYS OF SNOW AND ICY RAIN — IS A HOT MESS. BUT WE LOVE YOU IN A WAY THAT MAKES US RACE TO SLIP INTO OUR LONG JOHNS AND FUZZY SLIPPERS, AND TO DOWN BARRELS OF GOOD RED WINE. BYE-BYE-BABY. YOU’VE HAD YOUR MOMENT. NOW — YES! — SPRING HAS SPRUNG.