It’s spring in the city. Finally. Finally. Finally. Finally. Finally. Our bare arms and legs emerge. We’re pale, but unembarrassed, because we want/need the sun to stroke our long-cold limbs. There is a collective sigh of relief – I think we made it through.

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Somewhere between the concrete and the cool green lanes, I find I’m able to love my city again. I took the rough. I’ll take the smooth. It is on.