"Where did all these people come from?" H1 asked me the other day. I laughed, but his point was clear. There are suddenly people everywhere in the city, as if they had been transplanted here, like the daffodils that are also popping up all over the place. I guess this is one of the joys of spring. It's lovely walking around, and seeing people strolling, relaxing, and enjoying themselves* in the sun, rather than wrapping their coats as tightly around themselves as they can and striding, head down, to get out of the cold and wind as quickly as they can.
Down by the river, the park is in bloom. People are all over the place, sunning themselves and tenderly re-introducing their winter-mushy bodies to the concept of exercise. Watching the city come alive again is an amazing thing**.
*Inasmuch as anyone in NYC ever strolls, relaxes, and enjoys themselves...i.e. not much.
**Particularly seeing as how I was convinced that this winter was actually never going to end.