Spring?

This Spring has been a tease. A couple of weeks ago, I took Sofia to a pediatrician's appointment on the Upper West Side. The temperature was a glorious 70 degrees (F) so I decided push the freshly pricked princess the 2 miles back home. So with the baby passed out in the stroller and her chubby legs hanging out the sides, we began our journey back to Hell's Kitchen.

When the weather is suddenly, and abnormally, warm everyone seems to have a smile on their face. That day was no different. In a city when eye contact is a naughty word and you feel like you've hit the jackpot when someone holds the door open for you, people can still surprise you. The sun was a real attitude changer. Strangers stopped to coo over the sleeping baby, pedestrians moved to make space for us to pass and doors began opening all over the city.

Nannies pushed children enjoying melting ice creams while they sipped their Italian ices. Posh mommies also were seen pushing their newborns on the streets, sporting their newly acquired fit figures, while eating Pink Berry or Tasty-Delight (if they were feeling dangerous). Diving between them, bicyclists sang along to the music blaring from the boom boxes roped to their backs.

The flowers bloomed, the sun shone, New Yorkers were practically dancing in the streets. I think you get the idea.

But now it's raining - and it has for days. Will Spring ever arrive and decide to stay? Will I ever see happy New Yorkers again?