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| A snow path with my footprints |
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| A street covered with snow |
Snow finally blanketed the city though a bit late, a day after Christmas. I walked outside and saw absolutely zero traffic, which is a rarity in NYC. About two feet of snow fell across our region burying vehicles and trash bins underneath powder white sand. Sidewalks transformed into layer of bulwarks surrounding the buildings, causing a Himalayan trek for me to get to the streets that had become pedestrian passages.
The scene is absolutely beautiful. But I feel a bit fuddled. Today has become a Monday nightmare for commuters and travelers. Train, subway, and bus services had been suspended. Flights delayed and cancelled. Cars skidding and spinning dangerously across the roads. And the cold temperature is of no help. Gusting winds kicking up and about frustrating bedraggled shovelers and aggravating my progessing popsicle nose and fingers. On the other hand, a big winter storm also means no need to go to work, a bonus day to do whatever we wanted. On the streets, I heard plenty of cackles and laughter and saw snowballs flying and splattering across the ground. People generously helping one another digging and pushing for ways to get their vehicles out. I stepped outside in hopes to capture a bit of the white powdered fluff and enjoy some snow-frolicking. But, the journey was short lived. During my arduous hike of only a few blocks to the Chelsea Market, my fingers frozen up into ten speared icicles as drips solidified down my nose. It wasn't as fun as I thought. Perhaps, me sitting here in my cozy apartment, sipping on a cup of nice hot chocolate, and peering outside is the best way to embrace the winter wonderland.
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