“I don't remember being very sensitive to spring in my early youth. I think the small child for whom everything is new, is not very surprised at miracles. The springtime of life begins with adolescence.”— French novelist-diarist and Nobel Literature laureate André Gide (1869-1951), Autumn Leaves (1950)
I took the image accompanying this post almost exactly two years ago at Hudson River Park in Manhattan. As I remember it, the day was not as warm as it was today—but, as you can tell from the photo, probably every bit as beautiful.