A couple of days ago, almost over night, New York bursted into bloom. I have never experienced such a lush and green May before. To most people, the exhaustible summer season has officially begun, while I, myself cannot imagine my fascination to blooming roses (in MAY!) to end. I really have nothing in the world to complain about.
Sometimes I like to think that it can't be entirely a coincidence that I ended living at a friends of a friends place, here in Carroll gardens. After all, that is the thing in life I cannot get enough of.
