I've trudged through enough Februaries to know that while it may feel like the sun is not planning on coming back, ever, it always eventually makes an appearance. I also know that the neck-high snow mounds will melt, and that regular NYC garbage removal will resume (soon, pretty please). This vast body of knowledge also means I'm clued in to the fact that everything is not alright and probably never will be -- despite my fondness for Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds" and Martin Creed's neon work that expresses the optimistic sentiment on buildings around the world. But just knowing that one day, maybe even within the next three months, it might be warm enough to wear this
, gives me reason to believe.