I went to Kickapoo this afternoon. It was still a little cool, forecast high of 60°F, but the sun was out. I went backwards around the north Riverview loop, and it was warm enough by the little bridge to actually take my jacket off and catch a little bit of the sun in just my T-shirt. I got into the woods, along the rugged "hard" branch of the trail, and I thought I saw a couple of butterflies. I'd almost convinced myself it had just been a falling leaf and wishful thinking, and then there they were again -- a couple of small orange-brown butterflies in a mating dance. Seeing them really made me feel like I've actually lived through the winter.
I spent about 2.5 hours at the picnic table along the trail writing, and it felt quite a lot colder as the sun was setting and I was leaving.