Summer Minute Now

A sunny spring day at Union Square in early May.

Summertime is when I have a more profound appreciation for New York.

In a city whose inhabitants find themselves walking on the street at any given moment; a city whose dwellers randomly stop by at parks or benches in the middle of intersections for a quick meal, to read any of the two free daily newspapers (or something a little bit more involved, such as The New York Times), or both, the warm weather heightens the propensity to scatter about and linger on the streets even more so. And, given that one only needs to slip on a single layer of clothing, getting ready and being out and about is only a matter of a few quick New York minutes.

That goes to say that I truly love this season. So much so it compels me to address the blog backlog and put these warm-weather thoughts in writing. Another reason why summer in the city calls out to me particularly is because this is when the Big Apple feels very much like my hometown of Manila—hot as an oven, yet, exhilarating and teeming with promise…maybe of something fun and awe-inspiring right around the corner (I know this may sound shallow and pretentious, but Serendra comes to mind. If it helps, Cubao as well.)

True, I may need to get an AC, ASAP. But, every bead of sweat further solidifies my conviction to choose to live here. And, when the temperature dips once again to a dreadful low come autumn, and  then wintertime, the promise of yet another beautiful, colorful, balmy summer will keep me sticking to and sticking up for this place I now call home.