February 13, 2014
Snow and New York City are not a marriage made in heaven.
Especially if you have a car, or a baby in a stroller, a cart for grocery
shopping, a cane or a walker for support. So how do we New Yorkers deal with
it? We cuss and we curse and we growl, and we growl a lot! Except…if you’re a
kid. The kids in the street, in the playgrounds, giggling, gushing, cooing with
delight, just kick it, roll in it, bury themselves in it, snatch it up, throw it
at someone, and erect obese snowmen, while their parents yell, “Stop it!" "Don’t
do that." "Get out of there you’ll freeze to death.”
And after a few days, when the snow looses its heavenliness,
and becomes a dirty dark mess of slush, and if you’re lucky enough that the
snow fell around the Chinese New Year, make your way down to Chinatown to see
the prettiest snow on the streets, scattered with sparkling, dazzling, shimmering
radiant colors of red blue, purple green, gold, glimmering confetti that showered
the New Year festivities and now blankets the snow covered streets.
