No one really believes that winter is over. Just because it's officially the first weekend of spring and it's sunny and warm doesn't mean that two or three more mean blizzards aren't heading our way.
I thought I ought to spend the afternoon in Central Park conducting a more thorough investigation.
Robins? Check.
Crocuses? Check.
White winter skin uncovered and on display? Check.
Since it was only in the sixties -- nice for strolling in the park with several million of your friends and neighbors, but not exactly sunbathing weather -- I think the crowds and the bathing suits were just a reflection of what a miserable cold winter it's been. I'd almost forgotten what it was like to want to be outside.
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