There's something about the weather that changes things - especially my attitude.
Suddenly I want to write inside, outside, at stop lights... you know. Ideas lying dormant in the winter are suddenly flying above me and landing in my heart. I'm seeing things with new eyes, counting the minutes before I can write again, taking deep breaths in and out and in and out again.
I hope you are feeling the same way.
If not, get outside for a little breather. Take some deep breaths. Allow nature to sing to you.
Then go for it.