i am not even a little tired of the snow. not one bit. i love waking up to trees coated in powdery white. and grey skies. spring can wait, so long as there is snow in my life.
my husband lent me his jacket and we took a snowy, morning tour of prospect park. we made snow icecream and watched all the families take their babies sledding and teach them how to make jolly snowmen.
we saw an army of snowmen, far as the eye can see, stationed at different points all along the park. there were dapper snowmen with red velvet bowties and punk rock snowmen with pine branch mohawks. and lots of snowbabies. i wanted to hug all the snowbabies. new yorkers really shine in this department.
ed and i got a real kick out of seeing the hardcore snow forts littered with beer cans, gloves, and forgotten sleds. i doubt i will ever witness enough snow in georgia to craft anything more than a tightly packed snowball.
but my favorite thing to do is snow graffiti. on any given snowy day, you can be sure to find me carving hearts on trees and doodling elementary school-style declarations of love. if you live in the park slope area keep a look out...