a few days ago there were hummingbirds�and today, flowers in full spectaculare.

it is so strange, i am used to winter being a season of death and hibernation, not goldfish swimming in little outside ponds, not scarf-less walking�the absence of salt stains on my boots, heaters turned off during the day, an occasional open window and the breeze with its chill fingertips raising goosebumps on parts exposed�

the music in the subways is amazing, Japanese one day, a classical quartet the next, they guy with the banjo and dancing wooden boy, the jazz guitarist with the sultry voice�yesterday i spied someone wearing tap shoes walking around town�

i am enjoying this place, and weekday lunches with my tt, and sither workouts after work�

it is a good time, and this is something i must remember.