Although April 2 is not the vernal equinox, and therefore not the official first day of Spring, for those of us in the New York metro area, it feels like it. I was in the City for another class in Bioethics at Cardozo Law School in Greenwich Village. Getting off the subway on the upper west side of Manhattan I felt the lingering rays of the sun, rain free air, and a sense of optimism long hidden by the abysmal winter just completed.
After dinner at a French bistro I felt drawn to Central Park. It is an oasis of nature in the heart of NYC. Of course it is still early in the season but the part pulsed with life. People were out. Joggers, bikers, people with a myriad of different sized and shaped dogs. Fathers hit baseballs to their sons, young men played soccer.
There was an unmistakable sense we all silently shared that the the worst was behind us. For a moment we could put aside our worries, fears and concerns. We had survived another winter. And it wasn’t easy.