Prospect Park was filled with gleeful screams of kids, pink cheeks, red noses, dog muzzles dusted white, wagging tails, sleds, slides of all colors out of gamma, plastic bags improvised to glides, bright wool caps, mittens, knee-high boots, and lots of smiles and of course whole bunch of white white snow.
The trees hung heavy like pregnant @ 8 months, burdened with beautiful weight. This snowfall was different from the other 2 blizzards. Last two were too ferocious and the snow was sandy and powdery. Where as this one is soft, flaky, and moist. It lay heavy, and it packed. Everywhere you look, the snow afoot is deeper than an average knee. Yet, not a single shiver–as the mirth has spread the warmth around everyone better than a cashmere blanket.
On my way back on Eastern Parkway, I notice cars speed past still carrying a foot and a half of snow atop. All you need is a few sprinklers and a cherry or two, you got yourself a speeding sundae. Around Rogers Avenue I spot a big black woman dressed like a lady liberty, in a green wool coat, top to bottom all painted viridian green, with a can in her hand, standing in the cold, appealing to your patriotic sense and kindness. Five blocks down, by the Carmen Deli & Grocery a young Dominican man in a puff down jacket, his face and neck face bundled in thick scarf, fighting the arctic wind, hustling with with fliers of T-mobile smart phones, 'unlimited talk-text-and data plan, all for $49.99'. Business as usual. Snowstorm? Huh, New York never stops...
Monday, January 3, 2011
2nd Jan - Snowfall-III
Prospect Park was filled with gleeful screams of kids, pink cheeks, red noses, dog muzzles dusted white, wagging tails, sleds, slides of all colors out of gamma, plastic bags improvised to glides, bright wool caps, mittens, knee-high boots, and lots of smiles and of course whole bunch of white white snow.
The trees hung heavy like pregnant @ 8 months, burdened with beautiful weight. This snowfall was different from the other 2 blizzards. Last two were too ferocious and the snow was sandy and powdery. Where as this one is soft, flaky, and moist. It lay heavy, and it packed. Everywhere you look, the snow afoot is deeper than an average knee. Yet, not a single shiver–as the mirth has spread the warmth around everyone better than a cashmere blanket.
On my way back on Eastern Parkway, I notice cars speed past still carrying a foot and a half of snow atop. All you need is a few sprinklers and a cherry or two, you got yourself a speeding sundae. Around Rogers Avenue I spot a big black woman dressed like a lady liberty, in a green wool coat, top to bottom all painted viridian green, with a can in her hand, standing in the cold, appealing to your patriotic sense and kindness. Five blocks down, by the Carmen Deli & Grocery a young Dominican man in a puff down jacket, his face and neck face bundled in thick scarf, fighting the arctic wind, hustling with with fliers of T-mobile smart phones, 'unlimited talk-text-and data plan, all for $49.99'. Business as usual. Snowstorm? Huh, New York never stops...
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