"it was then the month of march, the days were growing longer, winter was departing, winter always carries with it something of our sadness; then april came, that daybreak of summer, fresh like every dawn, gay like every childhood; weeping a little sometimes like the infant that it is. nature in this month has charming gleams which pass from the sky, the clouds, the trees, the fields and the flowers, into the heart of man.”
- Les Miserables.