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.