New York in springtime

New York is all in bloom, we green, and today, I walked everywhere with no umbrella and arrived wet to meetings.  But it’s cold here, and I don’t have a sweater or tights or gloves, so I’m enjoying the rush of wet cold air.  Tomorrow a great event with Kim, and then I wake and fly home.

Published in: on May 3, 2016 at 7:40 pm  Comments (1)  

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  1. I grew up in Queens. I remember these early spring days when it was hard to decide what to wear. Then as if by magic, the sun would warm the schoolyards, doors flew open, kids fell out into the streets. Basketballs were check for air pressure. Short pants, dug out from underneath heavy sweaters–pulled on with a t-shirt. A rebirth of sorts–that may not last–a promise of summer.

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