Winter Is Ending and Places Are There

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.

Run to Stay Healthy

I used to hate running. Like, really hate it. The idea of voluntarily making myself breathe hard and sweat seemed absurd when I could just walk everywhere or ride my bike. But last year, after spending way too many hours hunched over my laptop editing photos, my back started screaming at me. My doctor casually mentioned that running might help, and I figured I’d give it a shot for a month.

That month turned into a year, and now I can’t imagine my routine without it. Not because I’ve become some fitness fanatic, but because running in the city has completely changed how I experience the places I thought I knew. When you’re moving at that pace, somewhere between walking and cycling, you notice different things. The way shadows fall across certain streets at 7 AM. The smell of fresh bread from that bakery on Irving that I’d walked past a hundred times without really noticing.

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