Friday, February 22, 2008

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow . . .

We finally have some measurable snow in the City, with perhaps three to four inches having fallen by Noon. It's always interesting to watch how New Yorkers react to snowy days. Manhattan, of course, barely slows down unless the snowfall surpasses a foot in depth. Schools remain open. Everyone goes to work. Cabs, buses, and subways shuttle the herds about, and perhaps the only inconvenience are the slush-filled crosswalks that can reduce one's feet to wet, freezing lumps of flesh - even in boots. Central Park, my favorite destination in the snow, becomes a wonderland, with sledders and cross-country skiers needing only a couple of inches to hit the Park's trails and excellent hills. Indeed, with public schools on mid-Winter break this week, I'm sure Central Park is full at this very moment with snow-starved revelers.

Not everyone loves the snow, however. Walking around town one quickly spots those people for whom the snow is just a nuisance. They usually walk hunched over, almost tip-toeing through the white powder, scowls on their faces, all but shouting out their disdain for those of us who enjoy the white stuff. My boss and I, having grown up in the South and witnessed no more than a few inches of snow each year, delight in these moments. This morning we both heard that quiet voice of our childhood calling out to play in the snow. We obliged by going out and building a little snowman/angel on our front step. Some people may have thought we're crazy, but many passers-by stopped to chat and take pictures.

Finding plenty to be grumpy about, I think it's easier to accept the snow and its slippery reminder of winters long past. Rather than scowl at the weather and curse the slush, take a moment to make a snowball or stomp through the little drifts made by the snow blowers and shovelers clearing off the sidewalks. Put on your boots and march through Central Park. Enjoy the snow!


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2 comments:

One Wink at a Time said...

I'm not the snow enthusiast that you are but I do appreciate the beauty of a fresh white fluffy snow. Just yesterday the grandson and I were gushing about how beautiful it is to see the sun shining through a light dusty snow that's been blown off a roof. It literally sparkles and reminds me of what fairy dust must look like...
"Yes, Nana, I love it! It looks like there are actually diamonds blowing in the air!"

Love your Angel :-)

tumbleweed said...

mmm snow. the faintest of dreams in our dusty land. here we're fyring in incessant sun. but as Billy Connolly (scottish philosopher) states ' there's no such thing as bad weather, only the wrong choice of clothes'