Also referred to as SNOMG and SNOWTF, the North American blizzard affectionately known as Juno is gracing Brooklyn. I am indoors, under a chunky knit blanket, having just made Italian wedding soup (gluten free) and sipping wine. The radiators are hissing away.
For the first hour, snow in NYC is gloriously white and pristine. The city is becalmed, and covered in a blanket of pixie dust. The streets close, the walkways come to a halt, and all is still. Then, the dogs begin to piss, and the oil leaks, and the soot returns. But, oh what a lovely hour!
“The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.” ― e.e. Cummings