The Natural Urbanist

A deceptively spring like day in the city today. A day when even with no snow, it smelled like thawing, like snow had melted everywhere, like it might rain in the late afternoon and start everything all over again. You can say what you want about winter, about ice scrapers and frozen car doors and salt stains on the bottom of everything you own, but isn't it amazing when it ends. I'm all about winter and not much for spring, but even I like the interim and the transition, that moment like standing in a train station when all the platforms and times flip over and you feel once again like you're going places.