The past week has been peppered with beautiful days. Temperatures are inching into the seventies, with bright blue skies as clean as a freshly laundered bed sheet, and a warm yellow sun as cute as a button.
But it seems whenever I wax poetic about the gorgeous spring, someone has to bring up global warming, and how the warm weather is probably a sign of something really bad: more melting ice-caps, polar bears with heat-stroke and who knows, maybe NYC sinking under water.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m as worried as the next person, and I’m doing whatever I can: I recycle, I walk or use public transportation when I can, I vote for the ‘green’ candidates, and I contribute what I am able to. I am very aware of the problem.
But I’d really like to celebrate this spring just for what it is, a beautiful beginning and a season of joy.
And if we’re all going to get swamped by the Atlantic in a few years anyway, lets enjoy it while we can.
… but don’t stop taking the T.