Yay, it snowed. The novelty has not worn off at all. At work when the flurries start I wonder over to the window and watch awhile. It's so relaxing. I watched snow collect on the tops of skyscrapers and water tanks. The city softens for a moment in a pristine blanket. The sounds are muffled.
Jus went for a walk today in Central Park, where people were having snowball fights and building snowmen, skiing. He's doing a day trip to upstate New York on Sunday for a ski: $70 includes breakfast, bus, all day lift ticket and snack on the way home. The bus leaves from just around the corner. Ridiculously convenient. The prospect of spontaneous spring skiing is high. The locals know that east coast skiing isn't that wonderful but when its so close and so cheap, who cares?
We have a new winter ritual. On Saturdays we sip hot apple cider as we walk around the Union Square farmers market. The farmers can't shift the autumn apples fast enough: there is apple cider, apple juice, apple pies, apple cake, chutnies. And hot apple cider has been a revelation: spicy, warm, sweet, zingy.
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