No one in New York can. And no one wants to go inside. It's so beautiful here -- warm, gloriously sunny all day, light until 7. Everyone is taking up every bench in every park, every seat in every outdoor cafe. I went up on the Highline after the gym, and there wasn't a bench to be had. So I sat on the walkway, leaning against a planter, drinking tea and reading a friend's manuscript. I wasn't the only one leaning, either. Up there, the new little cherry trees are already starting to bloom. The spring bulbs in the parks and the tree pits are making up for all the dark, rainy days: the snowdrops are almost done already, the crocuses are corkscrewing up all over, and the tulips and daffodils, after two days of sunshine, are six inches tall. This spring is going to trip over itself, it's in such a hurry.