I've been incredibly busy wrapping up loose ends at my job and preparing for the switch, so haven't been devoting the time I should to blogging. Nevertheless, I've made it to Friday, am leaving work very soon, so will leave you with an entry from my old blog, one that's appropriate considering the cooling temperatures.

Originally posted on April 5, 2006:

"Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes the skies are gray
Sometimes it's all so familar, darlin'
Sometimes it's all so strange to me."
Counting Crows

Snow is falling thick and fast outside, never mind the fact that it's early April and the temperature is hovering somewhere around 35 degrees. As I sat at my desk, facing away from the windows, I noticed a yellow hue creep into the office, and turned to see that strange yellow-gray color in the clouds that usually prefaces winter weather. Sure enough, 15 minutes later, flakes started falling, and a proper snow squall set itself up quickly. This must be the last effort of winter, when the streets are filled with daffodils and apple trees blooming already, and leaf buds forming on tree branches, all now with snowflakes melting on them as soon as they fall.

Unexpected things happen in New York City all the time, but I can imagine all of the office workers, the freelancers, the homeless, every one from every walk of life with access to a window staring out at this strange spring/winter juxtaposition. We all see it, even if no one ever talks about it, just like everything else.