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So warm in the city today that I know my friends from out-of-town up north or out west will be pained to hear about it. But I like it in the city when the weather’s warm and people come outside in short sleeves and short shorts in the hopeful gesture of belief that spring really is just around the corner.

And after the long cold rain of the weekend the sun peeked out and I ran through the park and passed them all - the people in short sleeves and short shorts all pretending it was 70 and not 40, wanting to take a quick shortcut from February to May. Because there’s not much we can do to change things, but when the weather’s warm we sure can hope.

As I ran the mud from the Central Park pavement was kicked up (don’t you hate that?) and splattered dark dirty spots of December up onto the backs of my legs. I like it in the city when people collide and come outside and remember why they live here and speed on their bikes and walk with their children and play football on the Great Lawn.

Because it’s easy to feel like you’re starting to lose days the longer the sky is grey and the air stays cold. But New York gives us chances, winter windows of opportunity that we’d be fools not to take - though at the top of the park our chance was up and the sky opened to a great big tedious downpour that jolted us all back in to soaking reality.

But I like it in the city when the weather’s warm, because there’s not much we can do to change things (not even the rain), but it’s nice to be reminded (even if just for a day) that we sure can hope.