Over the weekend we stepped into March. In my neck of the woods, weathers were reversed. It was Saturday, the last day of February, when temperatures hit the mid-60s, and yesterday, March 1, when they slipped back to their more wintry ways.

But who cared? The children I was with acted like it was still in the 60s. They wore shorts and dresses and sweaters, no coats. They raced around the playground until their cheeks were rosy with the cold while this adult stood bundled in a parka.

It made me think about the nature of youth, its energy and drive, how it fills the sails, puffs them out; how it moves us forward. For many years we don’t realize that youth is what’s propelling us. Then, we must propel ourselves: through optimism, through grit, through hanging out with little folk who need no coats.