The Last of Winter.


The last of winter… or so I hope. It’s been cold for so long now, but if there is a perk of it not peaking above 30, it’s the near-constant chance of snow in the city. Often it comes in flurries, melting before it even hits the ground, but for the first time since Nemo, we got quite a coat of it one day last week. We took the morning to stroll down to Central Park to see it, and I was once again struck by how gorgeous New York looks covered in white. It left as quickly as it came, with barely even any slosh left on the streets the next day, but it felt like a goodbye to winter of sorts, making me that much more anxious to see spring. Have a great weekend everyone!





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