I decided to disappear this weekend to New York City. NYC is all dolled up for Xmas and there’s nothing quite like it.
This is Prospect Park, Brooklyn’s answer to Manhattan’s Central Park. It snowed all morning Sunday and this is pretty much how the neighborhood looked when I trudged (Hey Joe, used yr word!) to the subway to head into town, err, Manhattan.
Me with the big twinkle-y tree at Rockefeller Center while it’s snowing.
As the day went on and it warmed up, the snow from the sky turned into rain and the rain as it hit the ground, melted the snow that was already there.
So at the end of the day, you had slush. Messy icky slush. It would be nice if you could freeze time right after a fresh snowfall and revel in it. I did that today.
But then, it doesn’t snow in San Francisco, does it?
Some big balls to end this post…
