midwinter spring
Hello, internets! I normally don't post pictures of myself, but I figure this is fairly unidentifable, and I wanted some visual proof of the fact that I was, indeed, walking around Brooklyn wearing a thin cotton sundress on the 7th of January. Since it was 70 degrees Fahrenheit (21 C), that was quite a reasonable sartorial choice; in fact, I was a little too warm, and could have swapped the boots and cardigan for sandals and bare shoulders with nary a shiver. In Central Park, they say, it hit 72--a record. This midwinter spring is all very amusing, but I must say I prefer the seasons to be seasons, and am worried about the flora: trees are budding and the crocus tips are pushing skywards. When the frost comes back, their premature exuberance will meet a harsh end. I'd like the cherry blossoms saved for April.
The bizarrely pleasant atmosphere was heightened by the fact that half the neighborhood had chosen this Saturday to put their aging Christmas trees out for the trash--the sunlight and heat drew the scent of the pine resin out, and the sidewalks smelled like a coniferous June: childhood summers, and the pine forests on the Turkish coast.
posted by kitabet at 6:50 PM
2 Comments:
hey you ruby-booted woman,
i remember the summer dress, i remember the cranberry cardigan, it is drip drip dripping in oxford, but good to know that my brooklyn and manhattan is bathed in sunlight
dear anon. S: now it's dripping here too, and cold. but it will save the cherry blossoms--remember that photo you sent? oddly enough, this is a new, different cranberry cardigan (i am so predictable) but that's still my favorite dress. though sadly under-utilized for punting these days.
sepoy: with nonchalance, because teh mirror-faced ali3n!! is everywhere in new york. no really; i chose this over some taken without the flash, rather liking the unearthly (and super-anonymizing) effect.
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