References to spring being in the air are hereby taken back. Winter has returned and hands should be jammed in pockets when they are not carrying shopping bags. I like the guy’s plaid duffel coat, though.
No one ever looks at a lost glove and thinks it’s a close match for one they have recently misplaced. Will this one end up in, rather than on, the trash at the end of the day, or in the lost and found? Do they bother?
The storm wasn’t that bad. But I’m saying that as someone who was walking on the sidewalk rather than trying to dig out a car. You know how the plows come down the street and make a wall of heavy, crunchy snow that’s about three feel tall and as hard as a cinder block?
It’s another gray day in NYC. Today we’ve been thinking about the storm that is coming our way tomorrow. It’s not much of an inconvenience, usually, and everything is clean and white and quiet for while.