New York is in the middle of a couple days of freakishly warm weather. Yesterday was in the low 60s, and my weather widget claims it’s going to get up to 68 today. We’ve got the apartment windows open and I’ve been walking around in a hoodie instead of a giant winter coat, which is lovely but extremely disorienting. When I wake up in the dark and hear the sounds of the East River drifting through the window instead of the steady hum of a heater, my brain is completely fooled into thinking it’s already spring. Just like the confused crocus sprouts I saw peeking out on my way to work this morning.