You don’t need to live in DC to appreciate Martin Weil’s delightful prose about its weather this weekend:

Both days, Friday and Saturday, innocent of haze and atmospheric moisture as they were, seemed to celebrate change and assure us that in coming days, humidity would cease to be a concern.

These two days seemed to embody the exhilaration that comes of seeing blue skies, and nothing but blue skies, everywhere we looked.

Of course, when it comes to weather reporting nothing can beat Kevin Killeen’s story on why February is the worst month.