It was the first big snow of the season Thursday night, and we woke up to an entirely different landscape Friday morning than the day before. My entire plans for the day changed in an instant; as a freelancer, I had the luxury of moving around the hours of my day like Tetris blocks and hopped on the C train to Central Park. I walked around for hours. There were people skiing over makeshift slopes, dogs blissfully rolling around in the fresh snow, children sledding. I teared up a few times; I am very tender these days. Talking about the weather is not small talk anymore, if it ever was.
Tremendous. I feel the same way about song lyrics, etc.; it's easier in some ways to see a reflection. Love this.