pinwheels for sale

"it's spring fever. that is what the name of it is. and when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!" 

- mark twain

really, i must spread a little spring-time cheer. as a phoenician-at-heart, i truly enjoy those toasty days (perhaps more so since migrating east), but spring time in new york has ignited something divine in me. 

i left work - stressed out of my mind - ready to head home and study for the plethora of activities i have next week. i whipped out my ipod (naturally) and decided the weather was nice enough to skip the subway and walk home (20 minutes, perhaps?). i shuffled through my "martha's vineyard" playlist (a selection of songs i'd like to put on repeat while i'm spending summers at my beach-home in martha's vineyard one day in the not-so-distant future) and stopped at donavon frankenreiter (really, who else??), quickly humming along. i turned down 9th ave...

"nice enough?" pff. hardly. it's gorgeous today. the breeze picked up just ever so lightly to have swept my hair off my face and caused my jacket, which i left unbuttoned, to swing open. test, paper? what test? what paper? i was lost. completely, totally, irrevocably lost in spring time. i refused to go home. what in the world should i do to avoid any hysterical activities, like homework, to ruin this totally wonderful moment? (a little dramatic, i know.) so i snapped a few photos of the blossoming trees (pictured above) and made my way down 9th ave. i decided coffee and reading would be ideal. i picked up some light coffee (still recovering from the oh so fabulous food poisoning of some sort...) and parked myself in the urban village, a gorgeous little nook/artisan mecca on 49th street between 8th and 9th ave, loaded with people thinking the same thing i was... "spring time is officially here." 

upon finishing my cup o' joe, i packed it up and headed home, finally admitting my homework should begin to take priority, but not before stumbling across my favorite childhood blast from the past. 

a few months ago, i saw a little girl grab a pinwheel from the bicycle shop uptown a few blocks. i don't know if they were free, but little girl's mom didn't stop her daughter from swiping the knickknack. naturally, little girl became bored and shoved the pinwheel into a patch on the sidewalk. and so it still stands, but today - fluttering in the spring breeze.