The best thing about Saturday is it’s not Friday, and the best thing about Sunday is it’s not Monday. And the best thing about this weekend as a whole is that I went outside yesterday and didn’t wear a jacket.
I repeat, I didn’t wear a jacket. It was so warm, if a bit cloudy, that I didn’t need one. It was right to bare arms. My freckles made like jumping beans, melanin flexing in the warmth. I hadn’t realized how much I needed spring.
Now the trees are blossoming, and all the tulips, daffodils, and hyacinths yawn into bloom from the custody of city flower beds and pots. There were numerous street fairs along Broadway replete with cheap purses and jewelry, palm readers, music, and deep fried Oreos.
I walked around downtown with this guy I’ve been dating, taking in all I could. Sometimes it’s nice to just look and listen and feel the sunshine on your face like someday you’ll be depended on to tell someone what that was like back when the sun used to do that, and jackets weren’t necessary.
That person will most likely be me next winter, perhaps in those stubborn, freezing days in March. I wonder who I’ll be then. I wonder if I’ll feel the waiting, heavy as coins, for weeks, or if I’ll just stumble again - in a single day - upon exactly what I needed.
you have painted such a vivid picture. wish i could see nyc in the spring.
I always enjoy your photographs. Is the red theme in many of the pics intentional? My favorite to date is redcurb. I’ve stolen that and occasionally use it as a background pic on the computer.
Anon 1: NYC in the spring is beautiful. Today, for instance. What a great sunny, breezy day. But summer is dreadful.
Anon 2: I love red, but never thought about how much I may post pics with red in them. Hmmm…