The first warm spell hits New York City, and color emerges: the distant laughter of a crowd watching a juggler; the chatter of old friends enjoying brunch at a sidewalk café; new fashions of pleasing pastels.
As you take lunch outside you sit in a park scheming ways to have these moments every day. A squirrel hops about, digging for roots and gnawing on tender shoots. The daffodils, white squills, and sweet scents of hyacinth tickle your senses. Spring is making its annual debut.