We (Mostly) Survived February

Ah, March.
I like March. It never really decides what it wants to do, in which season it belongs. There are hints—especially when it comes to the light—of spring. Outside my window right now there is a spring light bouncing off the buildings across the way. It’s spring.
Except of course it’s not. It’s still very much winter, with snow on the ground. But March does at least hint at the spring that’s on its way.
People want it to come. Yesterday I heard a woman tell a fellow who was taking her picture that she is through with winter. I keep reading this on Facebook, too, the new town hall. Where people share their deepest passion. And from what I read the passion is clear and nearly universal: enough with winter. We have had some record-breaking snowfall. I think I heard during the hysteria last week about the weather that we had survived the snowiest February ever in New York City.
The upside to unemployment: I did not have to commute to the office. But I did have freelance tasks and the regular business of errand-going. Maybe the snow is prettier here on the Upper West Side than in Midtown, but my memory of this snowy winter is mostly a positive one. Almost every time I was tempted to complain I found myself, at almost at exactly the moment of frustration, looking up and out and seeing the most stunning presentations of snow. They were like works of art. But they were real life.