Let's say her name is Jane

Let's be honest, she may look all fluffy and a bit grumpy, but there is cause: January, and New York feels like spring most days, though the winds do get a bit coldish at times. So June, this morning, when I saw her during my morning commute to the library, looked as if she was sitting this one out: yes, spring will come. But Jane still thinks that all of you walking around the city with your coats open and your jogging shorts might be up for a rude awakening when a sudden burst of winter appears.

I was worried this morning about the friend of a friend who was in a rather bad shape in the hospital. And there was something rather appeasing in seeing Jane this morning: all scruffy in her tree, ignoring the people and traffic on 6th avenue, ignoring me that was attempting to photograph, as if she wanted to remind me that all that was just a matter of sticking it out.

And so is apparently doing the friend of my friend, and getting better. Isn't January great?