Spring time in New York Love on the Walls.

Love in New York. You will see it where you least expect it.

Its the first day of spring and after a long long LONG winter there are glimpses of the season in New York that is my favorite. The LOVE season. Even in this concrete jungle there is a passionate expression of love and romanticism. New York Style love. No this isn't Paris, the city of lovers, you rarely see good looking young people making out in the streets like you would see in the city of lights, here its more in your face, urban, raw, unrefined and unfiltered. By no means am I saying that its remotely easy to find love in New York. Finding love, romanticism, and an interesting person to talk to, that isn't a bit on the strange (insane) side, is down right impossible, yet this isn't Sex and The City this isn't raw, emotionless, carnal sex, this is love and its on the walls, its on billboards its on a piece of paper on a bus stop and its brimming with feeling. New York is like Rocky Balboa calling after Adrian his girlfriend, New York love is in the street musicians and the crazy guys dancing around in their underwear with love signs.

New York love is for real Yo... and so it goes in the first day of spring, the city is just a little closer to love. Bill take it away.



Bill Evans... at his best.







And just because its probably my favorite scene of all time :) just for kicks ladies and gentlemen... Rocky and Adrian.


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