Reflections on spring, time, and seasonal shifts

On saying goodbye to winter, waiting for sunshine, and welcoming baseball cap weather with open arms

I left the house the other night to go meet a friend in my lighter puffer jacket and, in a moment of bravery, decided I didn’t need a hat or gloves. I’d been at the park with my kid a few hours prior, soaking in a bit of subtle warmth and celebrating the fact that spring was about to be within reach.

Before I had reached the end of my block, I noticed the chill in the air and shoved my hands in my pockets. I told myself that I could push through and I kept going—I was trying to make a very specific train, after all. During my eight-minute walk to the subway, my ears started stinging and I whipped out my phone to quickly text my husband, “colder than I thought”. I kept it short—my hands begging to return to the safe haven of my jacket pockets.

March does that—gives us a little taste of what’s to come before quickly reverting to the cold we’ve been dealing with for months as if to taunt us (or maybe make us proverbially ‘work’ for what’s to come). Despite the ups and downs of the weathe…