A rare snow day for NYC public schools yesterday was a good reason for all of us to play hooky and take the day off, especially since we were celebrating a 13th birthday. The kid always wanted a snow day for her birthday. What better age to have your wish granted than the one where you enter teenagedom?
This snow storm was pretty tame compared to ones we’ve had before, and the girls have certainly walked to school in much worse conditions. Snow days in NYC are pretty rare. When we got outside, we saw that the streets were efficiently plowed and public transportation was running delightfully smooth and on time. But honestly, I think perhaps the mayor was feeling the fatigue that all of us were feeling the last few weeks since the inauguration and just wanted to give us a snow day, because it was called even before the first flake of snow fell.
It had been years since we’ve been to Central Park during a storm and it was well worth the effort to jump on a subway into Manhattan. It really is breathtaking to see freshly falling snow blanket the trees and glacial rocks in the park while skyscrapers loom gently around the perimeter, softened by whiteout conditions. I don’t think the city can get any prettier.
Snow seems to bring out the child inside of all New Yorkers. The mood inside the park was exuberant, which is a sharp contrast to the sometime somber mood I’ve picked up around town lately. New Yorkers and tourists alike took it all in like a much needed breath of fresh air.
And for one day, we forgot all about politics.