But the biggest indicator of spring is not the daffodils, the robins, Daylight Savings, or even the warmer temperatures.
It's the sheer amount of couples which have appeared overnight, holding hands all over campus, and lingering at apartment doorsteps.
My apartment balcony has a great view--not only of the Y and Mount Timpanogos, but also of the building next-door . . . which is full of young, beautiful, single girls who are frequently asked out on dates.
How do I know? Because I'll be doing homework or chatting with roommates with the blinds open and then unexpectedly see their doorstep scenes.
And let me tell you, last night the doorstep scene in the building across the way from us got a little ridiculous.
You wouldn't think that a Monday night would be such a popular date night. I didn't, either, but apparently I was wrong. I stumbled across at least three doorstep scenes. Three. On a Monday night.
The weekends are even better. Like, you can pull up a lawn chair, pop up some popcorn, and you've got yourself a real-life chick flick. Ten of them, even. All in one night.
Hey, if it sounds creepy it's because it is.
*P.S. Name the movie this post title comes from and you can get a front-row seat this Friday night on our balcony to watch the show. I'll get the popcorn.