A SPRING In My Step

During a dusk jog last night in Central Park, I spotted the following:

A trace of Spring! My steps quickened.

I visited the same blossoms this morning, and found them reveling in the sunlight:

So were the daffodils:

Most importantly, it was actually nice enough to sit (or lie) comfortably in one spot at the end of my run (unlike Amy's and my lame attempt last weekend to read in the park...which lasted about 10 minutes before her frozen fingers and my sniffles drove us back inside).

Welcome back Spring. Please don't leave us again.