16th
This year spring caught me particularly off guard. It went from miserable, gray crap to full-on spring, like, this morning.
I don’t know how old you are, but this is only the 21st time I’ve seen the start of spring. I’ve seen the “Holiday Armadillo” episode of Friends more times than I’ve seen spring. Hell, I’ve probably seen Geico commercials more times than I’ve seen those surprisingly brilliant buds on the City’s uncertain sidewalk trees.
Now, I will be the last person to write an ode to spring and the beauty of nature (how putrid), but I think we should appreciate that one startling Wednesday every year when you remember what trees are supposed to look like before they sink back into the invisible, green backdrop of the shitfest we call summer.