This winter is taking itself very seriously. And I approve. In the past, I have whined about the winters being too shy, this one has gotten me begging it to cease throwing out the white stuff. The beautiful thing about long winters is that when spring finally rolls in, one is most happy to welcome her, because by then one has really had it with the cold.
Tuesday was soo beautiful that after school, I stop by at Union Square to take in the traffic and people enjoying the precious 60 °F weather. I felt so happy to dash into Whole Foods for a year supply of apple cider vinegar (with the mother), and then walk up to my favorite park, Madison Square, thinking to get a shake from the Shake Shack over there. I had to give up on the shake when I encountered a summer line; which means it was ridiculously long.
My undergraduate school was right up on 23rd street. It used to be that one can do so much after school. Even if to just stroll around aimlessly, or sit in a park and people watch, or …