From my window I’m watching people shovel. Some are happy shovelers. Other are not enjoying it at all. In fact, there’s an argument -someone’s not doing his share of removing snow from a car. An elderly woman looking like an experienced shoveler is out also; she’s no-nonsense-just get the job done. Reminds me of my yankee upbringing.
How beautiful Central Park looks with snow. The park has its own kind of beauty all four seasons; it’s very different when covered in snow. What a great day for the park, for children and children at heart. And it’s Saturday. Kids, small and big, will slide down a little hill using cardboard, sled, or the newest contraption. It’s a delight walking around the park on a day like today. I’m not a huge fan of the cold, but this kind of a day somehow makes it okay. Ice skaters at Wollman Rink will look postcard perfect. Photographers will meander about looking for wonderful winter scenes to shoot. Horses and carriages will wend their way in the park looking lost in time. Couples holding hands will walk slowly. Memories will be made. Tourists will enjoy the wonder of it all. Central Park can do that, if you let it. A snowman or two, or more, will put a smile on your face. Maybe you’re thinking of building your own endearing one, or funny one. Have you brought a few carrots with you, and an extra hat to spare, and don’t forget the twigs, can you reach them?
There’s snow; let’s go.
It is amazing how modern the world is and yet we still have to get our pants dirty jumping over these massive moat like puddles in New York City Streets. I can send an instant message via phone to someone in Sweden but have to wait for the half a foot path shoveled walkway to shuffle down the street.