You guys. Friday was a long time coming this week. It is supposed to snow on Saturday–so I plan to stay in and recuperate from my stressful week and my busy last weekend. I’ll clean and needlepoint. And read the stack of magazines I’ve accumulated in the past month. It should be lovely.
Looking out my window, it is just cloud of white. It’s not big, wet, chunky snow–more like cold, biting snow. I can tell. But I’m okay with it. I know that when I leave work tonight, the city will be blanketed. And when it wears a blanket of snow, it is quiet. And peaceful. And it looks tidy.
Of course, the prettiness fades away quickly–but that’s okay.
I’m sure you heard on the local news (and the national news) that it is snowing along the East Coast. It was unpleasant to walk home last night–but this morning–it was beautiful! Of course, there was not as much snow as anticipated (Meteorologists would make very good middle schoolers), but still lovely. New York in the snow is so pretty. The snow makes everything quieter. And the white makes it seem cleaner.
Anyway, I got up and took a brisk walk through Central Park. I was basking in the cold air and the shrieks of children sledding when I heard a father say incredulously, “All this sledding and no head gear!” #newyorkproblems
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