look how the air sparkles and shimmers in the golden light of a winter afternoon. listen how the hollows shriek in the mighty storm winds.
we’re knee-deep, and our feet are flying. adventuring, exploration, and the endless possibility of
this is how i would like to spend my year.
join me if you’ve the spirit, constitution, and time to extend.
winterstorm hercules and the expected 10 inches of snowfall looming in the forefront of people’s minds. the trains are full and everyone looks a mixture of gloom and uncertainty.
i remain unworried and unfettered.
when i exit the station on the brooklyn side, i see the light coming out from the small tailor’s shop and just beeline towards it. a single man is cobbling a pair of shoes, and passersby quickly shuffle along the sidewalk.
looking up and into the night, sugary crystals float on invisible winds, swirling and lilting while the elation in my chest expands.
tonight was super rad snowtimes:
even with the hordes of santacon enthusiasts weirding up the manhattan streets
even with the crowds of tourists not quite sure where they are/they’re going/what they want to see/what they would like to do
even with the snow flurries all up in my face
even when i don’t have boots, but waterproof oxford timberlands with no-show socks because buhhh?
and when you walk around the softly floating snowflakes and the city isn’t gray or black-slush yet, when there are large streets still bone white, powder soft, and granular, it is simply lovely.
the belgian chicken & waffles and mac & cheese didn’t hurt either.