Hiatus from Hibernation
27 Feb
Before you non-New Yorkers (or Chicagoans) become infatuated with the snow, here’s a dose of cold, harsh, reality. (Did I mention cold?) Yes, the world blanketed in a downy cushion of white powder is beautiful. It is also slushy, wet, and inconvenient.
Exhibit A: This is a pile of trash left unattended due to the inevitable slowdown of the sanitation department. And I wonder why New York is infested by cockroaches.
Exhibit B: This is a makeshift bridge used to prevent an accidental drowning as I walked from the curb onto the bus. This plank, while useful in theory, did not withstand the weight of an adult female (that would be me). Yes, my leather boots were submerged in slush.
Exhibit C: This is rather sad, like the abandoned walkman in your basement that reminds you of making mixtapes in sixth grade. It encapsulates the stifling, burdensome nature of winter. I don’t think anybody will feel the wind in their hair on this baby anytime soon.
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Immobility
Exhibit D: Snow and its aftermath necessitate manual labor. I say call it a winter and get yourself an unlimited metro card.
In all fairness, Central Park is a winter wonderland and a child’s snowy paradise. In the process of taking these photos, I nearly developed frostbite. Now please excuse me while I make some hot cocoa and curl up in bed.
Don't fall in.