Everywhere people were saying to each other, 'Have you been outside? It is beautiful!'
Friday I lunched in Bryant Park with a kazillion other people. The season had started.
Like the Canadian geese decide to take off together, or the Emperor penguins that decide to shuffle off to the sea, it's suddenly nearly impossible to find seats and tables.
Happy Spring, everyone!
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