"The following morning the whole family awoke at the same time. They were awakened in exactly the right way: by a merrily tinkling barrel-organ.
This day the spring had decided not to be poetical but simply cheerful. It had spread flocks of small scatterbrained clouds in the sky, it swept down the last specks of snow from every roof, it made new little brooks run everywhere and was playing at April the best it could.
Suddenly, Moomintroll felt so happy that he had to be alone. He strolled off towards the woodshed.
And when nobody could see him any longer he broke into a run. He ran through the melting snow, with the sun warming his back. He ran simply because he was happy, with nothing to think about at all."
from 'Moomin Midwinter', by Tove Jansson