Thursday, January 19, 2006

Spring Fever

The weather is unseasonably warm here in the East Village. It's tricking me into feeling hopeful.
It's March weather.

March

...the time of year for every trip I ever took to London or Paris
...the beginning of lacrosse practice when I was a teenager
...the month my son was born
...watching and (better yet) marching in the crazy NYC St. Patrick's Day Parade
...the smell of soggy earth, windy days and intermittent sunshine
...a time of possibilities and start overs and the official dawning of SPRING FEVER when I fall in love with everything and everyone

I'm sure the artic winds are just around the corner waiting to slap some sense into me.

2 comments:

Von Krankipantzen said...

My birthday is in MArch too and I always associate that with the pink blossoms on the trees. However it has also snowed on my birthday more than once. March keeps me on my toes.

I am a Milliner's Dream, a woman of many "hats"... said...

Manboy#1 was born in March, too...although it was in Alaska and 50 below zero that day! :)
Hh