In the sewer we can build a snowman

I adore snowy nights in New York City.

I just walked 18 blocks in a blizzard and loved every minute of it. I loved the guy that wailed at the heavens, "I didn't ask for this snow - why are you doing this to me?" I wanted to tell him that God hates him, but instead I just giggled. I particularly loved that barren stretch of Houston between Clinton and Ridge, where it is so quiet you can almost hear the snow fall and random cars move in slow motion. I seriously wanted to lay down in the middle of the street and make snow angels.

This morning I felt like a college freshman, but tonight I feel like a giddy 10 year old girl.