So as Jill Saull and I were leaving the UPenn Graduate Center yesterday, headed toward 40th Street and the warmth of her car, we noticed the multi-colored bows adorning the Class of 1949 Bridge. Since I had my camera, I wanted to get a quick shot.
The bows look like little promises of spring, waiting to be unwrapped (Wasn’t that poetic?). Really.
And if you didn’t notice, it was cold as hell yesterday, thanks to the return of the polar vortex.
Spring is coming though. Don’t despair.