When your treacherous friends out on the West Coast try to seduce you into relocating to California, their case is dismissed easily enough—how could anyone leave behind the electrifying 24-hour culture of NYC; bid farewell to the city's ever-inspiring vertical dynamism; quit the tightly-packed, diverse jumble of neighborhoods and ethnicities and traditions? And on a day like today, we can all agree that we'd sorely miss the change of seasons. Winter's abrasive bear hug makes us STRONGER, more RESILIENT, more delusional appreciative of spring's tenderness. (Just a little more than two months to go!) Why, just look at these hearty souls shrugging off the freezing rain in anticipation of the F train's august arrival at the temporary platform at Smith-9th Street! If there's a hidden collective thought bubble here, it reads, "Bring it on, January! Is this the best you got?!"
Nevertheless, if your buddy in LA gives you a call today, maybe let it go to voicemail. It's sunny and in the 60s, with an expected high of 77 degrees—the perfect weather in which to grow soft and complacent.
