Spring smells like pee

Spring is finally here in the northern hemisphere and I couldn't be happier. The days are longer, the sun is coming out and melting the remnants of snow, the weather is - marginally - warmer, and you want to be outside because you want to be, not because you have to be.

When I open my window on a sunny, Sunday morning, I let a small breeze flow through the crack and flutter my sheers in the air. The air is still a little crisp, but it feels like the change of the season.

After a few minutes of sitting in my room, it hits me: the smell. What the hell is that smell? Where is that smell coming from? It's not me, because I showered last night before going to bed and I know I didn't mess myself in the meantime. It's pungent and I make the Renee Zellweger face.

Now, I know where it's coming from: outside.

With the defrosting of the ice and melting of the snow, all that was left below is starting to bake in the sun. All the shit that was hard is now soft, and with shit comes piss. Thankfully, it's from animals and not my neighbours.

Still, I have to shut the window because I don't want my bedroom to smell like spring. And pee.