So, snow. Yeah. Tons more of it. It’s the strangest thing to go to bed, knowing that there are flakes falling from the sky, and then to wake up, facing a world that’s completely blanketed in white. It’s beautiful but terrifying. At least rain drains (eventually). Snow sits. And sits. Until you move it.
Went in to the High Line to help shovel. I was supposed to be there for 6:00, but the typical MTA “dependability” goes out the window on a day like today. It took me about an hour and twenty minutes to get in, and it’s a trip that usually takes about thirty. Yikes! But four hours later, the park is open! Yay! And they hooked up with some bad-ass bagels and coffee, so I’m not complaining. Well, except about the snow. Sometimes, I just stare it, with a mixture of fascination and awe and dread. How on earth did people cope with it before they knew how to handle it? That sounds stupid, but you know what I mean. What did people do before there were plows and shovels and salt and all the accoutrements that turn the pretty-fluffy into the ugly-slushy? The mind boggles.
Anyway, as soon as I get a chance, I’ll upload some shots from the park with the snow from Snowpocalypse…what is it now, Snowpocalypse III? Ugh. All I know is, last year, there was an enormous blizzard in the last days of February. So, at least we’ve got that to look forward to.
Stay warm. And if there’s no snow where you are, give thanks to God or the universe or the god of your choosing, because that is a blessing to behold, baby.