spring starts [sort of]

March 20th was meant to be the start of spring and in Brooklyn I stepped outside to be met by snow. I can't recall a year where temperatures shifted 30 degrees in the span of a few days, but that has become kind of the regular thing and it's a bit discomforting. I know the span of my life (our lives) is pretty minimal compared to how the planet's time passes, but it just doesn't feel right, does it? Maybe it's just me

It's been a weird few weeks and I've been in a weird mental mood so maybe not posting much is a good thing as I'm trying to avoid posting anything that becomes me ranting and/or raving. I started fiddling with my camera a bit and have been enjoying slowly getting a grasp on things. Here's a purposely shaky shot I took today [I know purposely and blurry probably shouldn't go together, but this was]:


I am looking forward to a bit warmer weather and trips walking Brooklyn and playing soccer in Prospect Park. Maybe do some camping, definitely do some grilling. Better weather brings with it a sort of inherent optimism I think for all of us and I'm hoping that sometime soon spring does genuinely begin. The space between 30 degree winters and 90 degree summers may be a sort of brief one but it really is the best moment to be in the city

Have you ever been in a moment or a place where you feel like things are about to sort of fall off and start anew? I've felt like that for a little while but I really don't know what the shift is going to be and to be honest I'm kind of nervous. But I remain optimistic. I try to remain optimistic, anyways