Checking For Spring

Seriously spring, where you at?

All it took was three days back in Atlanta for me to slip into a sort of seasonal sadness. A sadness punctuated by the fact that my arrival to New York was damp. Literally. Rain for days.

So far, all I've gotten is gray and windy, but there have been blossoms, and I'm holding onto that as a sign.

I've been told that spring in the city is wonderful, and I'm just waiting, wishing and hoping for it to actually arrive. The kind of southern springs I'm used to are sunny and 60 with bright buds pushing up. 

So far, all I've gotten is gray and windy, but there have been blossoms, and I'm holding on to that as a sign. I've gone through two wind-blown umbrellas and my trench coat has been soaked on several occasions, but I'm still checking for spring.