Sometimes it’s hard to motivate out of the house when it looks like a blizzard is happening and it’s warm and cozy inside, but the pull to see the snow is pretty strong. I couldn’t coax the kids to come out with me when we had a snow day Tuesday, but honestly, it’s something I like to do alone anyway. I walked for over an hour in the storm, which at that point wasn’t quite the blizzard that was predicted, and only saw a handful of people out shoveling their sidewalks. Rare to see the neighborhood so empty like that. Standing in the middle of Prospect Park during a snow storm is one of my favorite sensory experiences. It’s not always my intention to go there, but I often find myself pulled towards the park during snowfall. Why? Wide open spaces and the quiet, I guess. To see the sky blur with the horizon in a nearly seamless blanket of white. And to watch the dogs frolic so happily in that snow. It never fails to delight.