It is still warm in New York City even thought it is mid-October. Winter's cold handshake has yet to take a firm grip on us and we are obliged to ignore her for a little longer. She is like the friend you notice standing at the other end of the subway platform but it's too early in the morning to strike up a conversation, even a polite one, so you pretend not to see her. New Yorkers were ignoring the calls of Autumn and Winter quite resiliently this weekend as shorts and tank-tops came back out from storage for one last hurrah.
The changing of the season is a time for contemplation. Where have I been? What have I done? What is ahead? I am always grateful for these moments of reflection. It is too easy to get swept away in the rhythm and pace of the city. One could keep going for infinity without stopping but when the leaves change color, fall to the ground, and the trees are bare, it makes you stop and think. I often wonder what it must be like for people who live in San Diego where it is always sunny and seventy degrees. What gives them pause?
If anything, this warm weather has extended my moment rather than delaying it. For now though, I will leave winter on the other side of the platform and hold our conversation to another day.
"Winter's cold handshake has yet to take a firm grip on us and we are obliged to ignore her for a little longer. She is like the friend you notice standing at the other end of the subway platform but it's too early in the morning to strike up a conversation, even a polite one, so you pretend not to see her."
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely metaphor! Thanks Christopher!