Peace Out, Winter

A slight depression takes hold of the city sometime mid-winter. No one makes eye contact when walking down the street. People just stare straight ahead, hands forced deeply into their pockets, moving quickly to their surely warmer destination.

It’s gray. It’s cold. It’s bleak.

Though shorter, days seem never ending.

Have I made it seem depressing enough?

Just as easily as the depression creeps up on you, it can be gone. All it takes is one magical spring day to erase a whole winter’s full of shivers and malaise. This Wednesday was just that day for me.

Happy Spring from Central Park.

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