Summer in New York is sweet because the town thins out some. People go on vacation, or at least they often vamoose for the weekend. The trains are less crowded cause kids are out of school. The Farmer’s market has incredible fruit and veggies.
There’s plenty of flesh to enjoy.
So long as the power doesn’t go out–thank the heavens for ice cubes and air conditioning–life is good.
[Photo Via Bags and the most incredible, This Isn’t Happiness]
If I could map it out, we would get 6 months of this weather, beginning April 1st.
Fall would stay the same. Winter would be January and February, and Spring would be March. Just March. Then Summer.
That's my plan, and I'm sticking to it.