I remember back to our time in New York. Our apartment brimmed with love but it was tiny. We were just starting out together and barely had two pennies to rub together. New York was the perfect place for us at that time in our lives. There is always so much to do and a new experience is just a block away.
When I think of Spring I think of the parks in the city. The first few days of warmth bring people out into the sunshine not unlike to Puxatony Phil: looking for their shadows, getting a big dose of vitamin D, and shedding the pallor of winter. Bryant park is usually awash in yellow daffodils and a spectrum of people sitting and catching up. Such was not the case on this mid April afternoon.
As one would imagine, New York has changed a great deal in the time since we lived there. Arguably a city like that changes daily. And yet, there is a comfort in the familiarity felt when something remembered reveals itself. Thursday my disappointment in the absence of Spring was palpable. Hope renewed on Saturday when the city became alive with the energy of locals and tourists relishing a beautiful afternoon.