It’s still cold!

Seriously, who else feels like NYC weather is just playing mind games with us right now? The original post hit the nail on the head: it is still cold! And like the image says, with 'NYC ACTUALLY HAS 12 SEASONS,' it really does feel like 'Third Winter' is upon us, and we are definitely here! If you're not an NYC local, you might be wondering what on earth I'm talking about. The concept of New York having way more than just four seasons is a running joke amongst us residents, and honestly, it’s closer to the truth than you’d think. It perfectly captures the whiplash-inducing weather patterns we experience, especially in late winter and early spring. We get this teasing warmth, then BAM – back to freezing. Let me break down some of these infamous 'seasons' that make up our calendar year: Winter: The standard, bone-chilling cold we all expect. Think January and early February. Fool's Spring: This is the cruelest one! One day in late February or early March, the sun comes out, temps hit the 50s, everyone sheds their heavy coats, and you start dreaming of outdoor dining. You might even spot a few brave souls in shorts. You think, 'Finally, spring is here!' Second Winter: And then, just when you've put away your puffer, winter strikes back with a vengeance. Snow, ice, and freezing temperatures return, often in March. This is where we often find ourselves saying, 'It's still cold!' Third Winter: Yep, sometimes we even get a third wave of cold weather, pushing into April. This is exactly what the meme is capturing, and it's so relatable. You're just trying to live your best life, and Mother Nature has other plans. The Pollening: Not exactly cold, but a distinct season for all allergy sufferers when the city is covered in a fine layer of yellow dust. Actual Spring: A brief, glorious window where the weather is pleasant, and everything is blooming. Enjoy it while it lasts! Summer of Sweat: Self-explanatory. Humid, sweltering, and you feel like you're melting on the subway platform. Actual Fall: Another beautiful, but often too short, period of crisp air and colorful leaves. Dealing with these unpredictable shifts can be a real challenge. My personal strategy? Layers, layers, layers! I've learned never to fully commit to spring or summer clothes until at least May. And always, always carry an umbrella, because a surprise downpour is practically its own season here. Honestly, embracing this '12 seasons' mindset helps me cope. It's a way for New Yorkers to commiserate and find humor in the absurdity of our weather. So, if you're feeling the chill and wondering when spring will actually arrive, just know you're not alone. We're all in this 'Third Winter' together, probably dreaming of that fleeting 'Actual Spring' and hoping it arrives soon!