I woke up to heaps of snow outside our window yesterday morning. If it's going to be cold, it might as well be snowing. It is so beautiful. For at least a day, that is. After that, it gets pretty nasty. The clean snow turns to dirty slush, the street drains clog, the corners become icy swimming pools. But yesterday was beautiful.
John's work closed early yesterday, so when he got home, we clicked into our x-country skis right outside our doorstep and skied whole way to Prospect Park - about a mile - on the sidewalk & in the street. It was amazing. We got some looks & some smiles. But I didn't care. We were skiing in the street! Once we got to the park, it was a winter wonderland of people off of work - sledding, skiing, walking, building snowmen. It was magical. And the best Wednesday I've ever had.