The peculiar quiet that blankets the city when even a light dusting of snow hugs the ground. Admiring the milky, billowing darkness from a cozy nook, reading e-mails from beloved friends. Walking up Broadway through a whirl of diamond crystals that kiss and sting my cheeks. Laughing away the evening in warm, sassy company as the sleet lashes the windows. Indulging (guilt-free) in stick-to-the-ribs comfort food. Trudging through slush and turning the corner only to find that my block still lies under a pristine, downy cover of white.
Thank you, G-d. Jai guru deva om.