This year was a so-so winter.
Snow came late in Marcu and the bitter cold was a rare visitor to the City That Never Sleeps.
On several occasions I exited from the 387 Commune in my ski gear, which was good for -20 Fahrenheit.
Today the thermometer hit 60 and I celebrated the Spring Equinox by packing away my parkas, fleeces, gloves, scarves, sweaters et al.
Flowers should blossom in Fort Greene; magnolias and tulips.
This day was as long as the night.
The equinox or Alban Eiler in Celtic commemorates the equality between night and day and my tribe regards the ‘Light of the Earth’ with great veneration, since the feast signaled the time to sow crops with the sun high over the equator.
I honored Alban Eiler with sobriety, having drank more than my share of beer and whiskey on St. Padraic’s Day.
It’will be good to be warm again.
