There's something wrong with me.
Okay, picture a beautiful day (like today, if you live in my area). The sun is shining -but not too brightly; the wind is blowing -but it's not too chilly. It's peaceful, quiet, a few cirrocumulus clouds are drifting across the sky. It's the beginning of spring ...daffodils beginning to sprout, trees beginning to bud. Your bare feet are padding across a pine needle path as you go check the mailbox.
Suddenly you get snatched from behind, a hairy hand is clapped on your mouth, and a bag is thrown over your head.
Okay, so bar that last paragraph, that's what happened to me. But that's what my imagination sparked.