|Rooftop in Midtown|
I complained about the crazy weather, along with everyone else, because that seemed like the socially acceptable thing to do. "Can you believe this weather? It's CRAZY!"
But truth? I kinda dug it, this last hurrah of winter. I dug the necessity of a scarf and a hat, a sweater, a warm coat.
Spring is lovely, but it can wait another week or two. Because the problem with spring is that summer comes chasing immediately after it, and I hate summer. Really, really, I do. It's a sticky, stinky, oppressive burden to be borne, if you want to know what I think (and I'm assuming you do, as you're reading my blog).
So - with an eye to that scarf-less season stretching ahead - I didn't so much mind yesterday's weather, and I didn't so much mind waking up this morning to see snow on the rooftops across the street. Winter is still alright with me. For a couple more weeks at least.