Yesterday was the first day in a long time that I didn’t have to wear a coat, but a jacket instead. The thermostat skyrocketed to an unbelievable sixty one degrees although it still felt a little frosty west by the water. And while skin started to show and our bodies but not hearts began to thaw, it wasn’t quite warm enough to convince me that spring is really on the way. Restaurants weren’t the slightest bit hesitant about setting up their outdoor seating to capitalize on the overzealous weather revelers. I even joined friends for rooftop cocktails at Soho House to celebrate (and photobooth foolery followed). And while we do have only a week left of winter an entire extra hour of sun, at some point it still does go down.