Spring is here. Now where is the warm? We had it a few months ago. But now it’s no where to be found. I can pretend all I want that the sun is beaming rays of warmful joy but in reality it’s purely cold gusts of wind. I want to take out the t-shirts. I want to spend my weekends in Central Park or the Christopher Street Pier. I want to eat outside. I want to walk the highline with variety of pop-up booths. I want it to be the weather that allows me to really love and appreciate NYC. It’s time. Now, make it happen, Mother Nature.