where is spring?

It looks like a Tim Burton movie outside. Or, rather, the setting of Cormac McCarthy's The Road. Yes, that's it. Outside, the world is bleak. Where is the sunshine that's supposed to take up post about halfway through March? You're a month late, sun. Perhaps I'll go home and read some of McCarthy's finest. It just seems so appropriate for today. Meanwhile, I'm trying to drum up some semblance of this:

"In the midst of Winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible Summer."

- Albert Camus