lovely, lovely

There wasn't any snow to be shovelled off the astro-turf today.
Boys in luxury cars blasted rap.
#6 on ( ) played through the bustle of city traffic.
Men on campus tiptoed like they were toddlers.
Students adorned the lawns.
Girls picked the white blossoms off trees.
Wind blew through hair and through my window.
I smiled at people as they passed.
The sun reached every exposed pore.
Studies were lost.
Daffodils and pansies crept up overnight.
The snow-covered mountains seem distant and unreal.