Sunrise, Sunset

What are we going to do when summer's really over? How do we do this every year?

I'm ready for the light coats and leaves of fall; I await that eagerly. But I'm not ready for layers and gloves and cold faces. Snow. Not being outside as much. I get a little stir crazy in the winter, just hungry for sky. In the summer, I feel guilty when I'm not outside on a nice day. I actually like heat and humidity, so my idea of a nice day in the summer is slightly different than the average joanne. I'm just not ready for a New York winter again.

It makes me finally realize the lure of being a snow bird. Having lived in Florida, but not South Florida, I've only had limited exposure to those who follow the sun. As you might have noticed, I'm resistant to change, so the thought of having two homes and two sets of stuff and two ideas of home seems 1. wasteful and 2. a big pain in the ass. Ok, so maybe a house on the beach would be nice, but I wouldn't want to pack up and live there for a while. What about missing all your friends and the guy at the deli and dealing with your magazine subscriptions? Not for me.

But not dealing with the impending snow? That might be nice.

What's that you say? Leave New York City? Not a chance.

Re: Photo: Broadway, downtown Manhattan. June, 2007.