I think that this is a question that is weighing on the mind of every New Yorker right about now. It hasn't stopped raining since Saturday night, it's chilly out and very windy and everyone seems to be grumpier than usual. Even Lucia seems out of sorts since she got up unusually early and wasn't even in the mood to have breakfast.
I'm longing for warm and sunny afternoons, light breezes, hanging around in bare feet. What gives?
I took these photos out of my bedroom window thirty floors above this little park where on this particular day every one was indulging in what was clearly a teaser for springtime in New York.