x, good plan. love, y

Now that it is turning into Summer in New York City, complete with thunderstorms, occasional…and building…muggyness, green trees, and the constant pull to read on my stoop/sit on a blanket or bench in central park, I felt it was necessary to take a moment to remember that brief and glorious moment that is:

Spring in The City. 

When you can make one turn and feel like you are in another place, time and world that somehow still manages to make you love New York, and not the place it may momentarily resemble, all the more. 

Spring, I will miss you. Summer, please don’t burn me too bad.