LOOK, TWO POSTS IN ONE WEEK! Go team Sarah.
Last night we had my first ~snow storm blow through. Only got about 6-8" BUT I WAS VERY EXCITED OKAY. I woke up to go to work, saw a text from my coworker that the boss canceled work for the day, stood in front of our sliding glass door for like, ten minutes freaking out about how much snow there was and how cold it was (IT FELT LIKE -16 DEGREES OUTSIDE OMG) and then went back to bed for 2.5 more hours, haaa. It was glorious. And then I finally got my ass out of bed and put on 3 pairs of socks, galoshes, leggings, jeans, a long-sleeve t-shirt, my heavy coat, a scarf, two pairs of gloves, and a toque, and adventured forth to Central Park.
AND IT WAS AWESOME. The sun was shining bright, but it was very, very cold. I think a lot of people either took the day off or had a snow day also, as nearly every single person in the Park was either taking pictures, sledding, or having a snowball fight. I stood at the bottom of a big hill and just watched people of all ages - kids, dads, teenagers - shriek and fly down the hill. It made me weirdly sad that I missed all of this for the first 26 years of my life. And yeah, I get it, snow and cold weather can be extremely unfun and dangerous at times, but this mutual togetherness to enjoy it by New Yorkers and tourists alike made my heart swell.
Here and
here are two of my favorite pictures. :D