"It's spring, thought Cecy. I'll be in every living thing in the world tonight.
Now she inhabited neat crickets on the tar-pool roads, now prickled in dew on an iron gate... The wind whipped her away over fields and meadows. She saw the warm spring lights of cottages and farms glowing with twilight colors."
- from Ray Bradbury's "The April Witch," a perfect story for a spring night.
