This has been the first real signs of snow this winter in New York. Enough snow and cold for the flakes to settle on the footpath rather than melt into puddles that freeze. Nicer to stand inside and watch as if the city was a giant cake being dusted with icing sugar.
This time last year my younger sister was here and we woke up early to go make snow angels in Central Park. This year I’m with my older sister and we’re lucky if we leave the apartment before noon. It will be nice to reclaim my apartment again.