This is just one of the first of a continuous stream of events.
We are bracing ourselves.
One by one the barriers to peace and tranquility are crumbling.
First the weather becomes unbearably beautiful.
Then the educational system closes the last of the holding pens.
The work force chafes at the bit, and all pretense of productivity melts away.
Soon the final bell will toll, the last gates will fall,
And the flood will be upon us
In the parks, the girls try desperately to get the attention of boys.
The boys of course could care less... at least for the moment.
And the adults stand around in a daze.