Unsteady

Valentine's Day has come and gone, in a haze of bad chocolate, shiny balloons and overpriced, low-quality roses. Ahhh...Love is in the air.

Seems that all the steamy love brewing in NYC had an effect on the weather. The thermometer has shot up to 48 degrees, and the streets are filled with the slushy remains of the weekend's blizzard (the biggest in recorded NYC history, they say).

NYC slush is always interesting, as it turns a normally very manageable system of sidewalks and thoroughfares into the scene of a wet and wild bivoucking adventure. Normally high-heeled, dainty-walking women suddenly become long-jumpers, men take care to not wet their hemlines and so take wide, strange steps, holding up their pants all the while. Merely crossing the street becomes more difficult than playing Frogger or Tetris, and in this case it seems as if all your late night practice is for naught. Somehow, sometime, somewhere, everyone gets wet.

Nonetheless, the streets are drying just as rapidly as the snow is melting. Walking is becoming less treacherous with each passing day. Toes and feet are quickly thawing, trousers are drying and shoes are steaming. Spring is on its way, it would seem, and although the winter has been mild (again another record-breaker, I believe), I don't think you'll find many complaints about warmth and budding trees here in New York.

I've been a bit unsteady in my blog-updating these days. I'll blame it on the weather perhaps, although I don't think the weather is to blame. Perhaps it's my early mornings, maybe I'm just lacking inspiration.
Don't lose faith.
More to come soon.