Ever notice how sometimes people blow into your life like the chilly winter air whipping down Broadway, and just when you think that they’ll become a permanent thing (like you do when it’s 17 degrees out but feels like 2 and you can’t even imagine what the city felt like in summer when you were walking around in shorts and t-shirts...), they suddenly blow out again without you even realizing it?
It hits you - bam! - the way that first warm day does when you open your door and the sun’s out and you realize that you no longer need to push your hands so far into your coat pockets to protect yourself.
I wonder why it is that some people are like the seasons, and can never seem to manage to stick around for very long.
All I know is I can’t wait for spring.
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