Well less than a week after 'The Megastorm', 5 days to be exact, it was almost 70 degrees outside. This long, cold, arduous, torturous, miserable winter was finally over, not exactly. It felt good though, so I went for a walk in the park. I hadn't walked in Prospect Park for several months. The scenery is always different. The leaves have not grown yet, but it felt like they could any minute. In most places, it was warm, but in others, the air was strangely cooler. Where the ice was it could still feel either way.
I do not like cold nor ice nor snow, but the chance to observe any of those at near 70 degree temperatures doesn't come around often.