Truly schizophrenic weather. 55 degrees on Sunday, and Monday morning we woke up to this. A neighbor told me a few months ago as we were walking down our block that he thought this was going to be a cold, snowy winter. Well, he was right. We can’t control the weather so might as well make the most of it. Took a walk in Prospect Park during the storm and I’m so glad I did. Trying to convince myself that I can’t fritter away my life indoors in my sweats staring at a screen (and oh, I am completely in love with my sweats). Gotta get out and live life and see things.
It was breathtaking, the snow.
What is it about snowfall that makes the city so quiet? I admit my mind was still rattling around with too many thoughts when I left the house and walked up towards the park, but once I stepped inside the park, I was completely enveloped in white, like walking into a softly padded sensory deprivation chamber. Even the sky was the same color as the snow.
I think a snow storm might very well be my favorite time to be in Prospect Park. In a city so crowded with people, it’s sort of a shock to have the park – or really any public space – pretty much all to yourself.
Except for the dog walkers. There will always be the dog walkers.