Calm After the Storm

Unfortunately in a big city, the cars respond quickly by dirtying and slushing the fluff, and I wanted to hang on to its beauty as long as possible, so I made a small excursion super early this morning before work. The snow had stopped falling, meaning I could walk in peace, without shielding my eyes from the assaulting blizzard (maybe I'm being a bit of a dramatic snow novice, but it was blowing HARD yesterday). Clad in my galoshes, I trekked over to Central Park (more than once finding myself suddenly shin-deep in an unforeseen snow mound) for some post-storm photos. It seemed I wasn't the only one with that brilliant idea. There were skiers, snow shoe-ers, joggers, and strollers everywhere, jump-starting their days in the gorgeous, sun-illuminated, white-washed park.

Impressively I made it into work by my usual 9:15.

Good thing I wore my galoshes!

As beautiful as those undisturbed blankets of white are, why is it SO satisfying to trample through and mess them up?

The fury friends were enjoying a rendez-vouz of their own at the park. If the photo were bigger, you would be able to see the adorable face of the middle doggie, excitedly greeting his friends. By the way, you can click the photos to see the big versions.