Sunday, May 2, 2010

Day 102: the lilacs aren't the only thing ahead of schedule

Early start this year
New York smells like hot dog pee
And it's only May

(Canines, not frankfurters. On an unseasonably warm day like today [well over 80 degrees] the pungent aroma of sun-baked dog urine hits you like a ton of bricks. It's one of the things you forget about when you're knee-deep in February and waxing nostalgic about summer days.)

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