Abuzz

Every single park, community garden and patch of lawn in this city is positively buzzing with greenery.

Sometimes it strikes me that New York is like a macro-version of that place in between slabs of concrete where, despite all odds, a tiny plants decides to sprout. It's funny how life can be so insisting. Kind of like a baby being incepted despite contraception.

The latter actually happened to a friend of my sister. But she was happy and decided to keep it.
She was in her mid-thirties anyway, so there was no reckless youth lost on her.