It was such a sweet tease of a taste.
The snow melted and hibernation felt like it had finally come to an end. People lost their layers. The sun shifted and shined gracefully. The temperature rose and spring sprang on us in the most needed way.
New York City reminded us why we brave the storm and become artic explorers for months. This weekend my fellow New Yorkers and I were granted our biggest wish to have an end to the cold, and live in a climate that was something other than polar. The weather forced trend of mountain explorer was executed. We went back to fashion forecasters. It felt heavenly.
For a city that is known to never sleep, we definitely take a step back during the winter. We by default are forced into the elements. We question why we live here. We get cranky, irritable and S.A.D. But it is days like the ones we had this weekend that remind us why we do it.
The beauty of New York City and its inhabitants bustle, hustle and take over the island once known as New Amsterdam as the weather transitions. It is beyond magical to flow with the changing tides of attitudes and opportunities as the degrees rise. I am back in the greatest city.
Unfortunately, this transition of temperature will be short lived as the forecast predicts more flurries. While this is something I know no New Yorker is looking forward to, we thank you Mother Nature for giving us a scrumptious serving of sun. We look forward to being served more soon.
Sun la vie.