There’s something almost electric in the air when winter starts loosening its grip. I felt it walking through Central Park last week. That subtle shift when you realize you don’t need gloves anymore, when the light stays just a little longer each evening. It’s my favorite time to be in a city, honestly. Spring hasn’t fully arrived yet, so you’re not competing with everyone else’s sudden urge to be outdoors, but winter’s harsh edges are softening.
I’ve been making it a point to revisit places that felt completely different just a month ago. That rooftop bar in Brooklyn that was practically abandoned in February? Now it’s starting to buzz again, but not quite packed yet. The morning walks along the Hudson River feel less like survival missions and more like actual enjoyment. Even the pigeons seem more optimistic.