snow

It's snowing in New York now, and as much as I want to hate it, it's really quite beautiful. One wants to wrap oneself in the falling melancholy flakes indefinitely. It's the familiar, bittersweet pull of late season weather--snow in March, or humidity in November--while the mind is obsessed with going forward, we are confronted with delight in what is past. The joys of life in a temperate climate