spring is here almost, maybe
It’s been a tough winter. This, coming from someone born and raised here, in Brooklyn, who should be accustomed to the bitter cold and dry air that characterizes many New York City winters, but isn’t. If you haven’t experienced the cold here, I can only describe it as aggressive. Your body is perpetually tense, trying to protect the small amount of heat it’s able to generate. Even your eyeballs get cold. Winter in New York is a popular conversation topic for all the wrong reasons.
But the day always returns when you’re caught by surprise because it’s six o’clock and the sun hasn’t set yet, when you’re able to venture out without your Eskimo outfit. Extended daylight hours and additional degrees Fahrenheit may not seem like much to celebrate, but if you survive a winter in New York – this winter, especially, with seemingly everyone getting sick – you know it is.
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