Twinkle, Twinkle

Another blizzard warning seemingly gone to waste. We ventured out in the morning, to reward ourselves with a wintery breakfast but finding the city quickly melting away. But by the time we had walked around TriBeCa art supply stores for a while, the wind picked up, and the snow beat hard on the underdressed pizza deliverers on Canal Street. We went out to the river, and New Jersey was quickly disappearing in a haze; downtown and the Empire State went soon after.

Snow day spent with wool socks and blackberry brandy. Warming up in sheer frustration and blaming weak knees on the long walk but well aware there are other forces at play. Avoiding the sickness indefinitely. Wet feet skip through dark Greenwich Village streets and admire the silence of the storm. The exhausted body but racing mind making their way back home, none the wiser.

Perhaps I learned nothing today. Perhaps it was another useless winter day gone to waste. But I survived another day, and for now, that is all I ask. Pink sparkles will come, eventually.