I’m not a fan of winter. I always say I live in NYC because I love it so much in spite of being forced to serve my time annually – “time” being the 3.5 months of cold temperatures. No tank tops then. Oh no. It’s all sweaters, boots, gloves (which I lose as quickly as I replenish), and hats (the worst – if you see me wearing one, know I’m waving the ultimate of all white flags).
But I have my moments. Times when I walk outside and take a breath in and can feel the snow readying to make it’s way in. Or moments like today, when the number of flakes are far outnumbered in comparisons to the flake-free seconds that have passed, but where you kind of think for a moment you could get excited about the whole winter-season-thing. But those few flakes happen to fall across the scene just perfectly in front of holiday decorations.
And there moments where, even though you’re in the midst of tourist mobs, that NYC’s most popular holiday spots are just plain beautiful.