It is inexplicably summer in Michigan, within days the air went from balmy to boastful and I fear there won't be much of a spring this year. The middle months can be so aggressive, but as of March 22 we know cool, damp mornings and optimistic afternoons, it's all too beautiful to regard the moist bite of sweaty air that swims past while the sun peaks as the harbinger of extremity that it most surely is. I pledge to breathe as much of the outside as I can ...