It was a warm, almost springlike day today. The energy in the city changed, as though the hope for better, warmer, brighter days ahead went directly to people's brains and messed with the circuitry. Like deer caught up in the passion and promise of spring, people seemed distracted, there was more jostling, more bumping, more touching of strangers as people reached out, accidentally or in spite of themselves. This didn't always end well, as some of the touching led to verbal spats, this is New York, after all, but there was some force that seemed to be driving connection, pushing people together, drawing people out of their commuter catatonia, if only for a moment.
At lunch, my sweetheart met me for lunch and we sat in a park near my workplace and as the sun warmed our faces, I couldn't help but feel hopeful. This has been a grey, dreary, winter. The climate, both meteorological and political, has been gloomy and threatening for months, but today, the sun broke through. It rose and shone and reminded us that it still exists; that warmth is as inevitable as frost, that even winter cannot last forever.
Tomorrow, winter has every intention of reasserting its place in our lives. The weatherfolk are predicting nearly a foot of snow here. If that should come to pass, I fully intend to celebrate the winter, under blankets in comfy clothes, if at all possible. Without winter, we might take spring for granted.
Stay safe, stay warm, stay hopeful.
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