I think I like it best: spring. Here in New York City. Some places are best in other seasons, but this one peaks April/May. The mix of blossoms and small bodies/voices exaggerates the feeling. We are always trolling the Conservatory Garden in the north part of Central Park, scouting out new decrees of spring.
Romy has become savvy. Can't be one way most minutes with her and then suddenly demand a sweet kiss. No way.
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