Snowy Commute

Last Friday I woke up to an unexpected snowfall and decided to walk to work through Central Park. I used to walk to and from work more frequently before I moved farther north and I'd almost forgotten how much I enjoyed it. I actually cheated a bit and took the subway to West 96th Street and Central Park West and then walked my old route along the reservoir to East 91st Street and Fifth Avenue.

We didn't get a ton of snow, and it had almost stopped falling by the time I was on my way but the park was beautiful. I love the city and especially Central Park in any weather, but if I absolutely had to pick a favorite, snow would win. There were even less people than out than usual, mostly people walking their adorable coat-wearing dogs. If you ever needed evidence that snow is magic to me, I felt compelled to wish everyone I passed a "good morning," which is the total opposite of my usual strategy of complete and total avoidance of all unnecessary human interaction.

I finally got a comfortable pair of snow boots and a proper winter jacket with an absurd Arctic-explorer faux-fur hood, so I could have stayed out all day. Unfortunately I had to get to work eventually (is anyone else consistently annoyed by the need to have a job and be a responsible adult?) but hopefully this was just a preview of the winter delights still to come.