January 18, 2007
It's about time...
It's finally beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Too bad it's a couple of weeks too late.
We had our first real snow here today, not that I'd call it a real snow. It was more of a good spritzing along the waterfront today. But it was much better than last week's snow, which lasted five minutes in the middle of a sunny afternoon when it was 40 degrees.
I was walking down toward the harbor to Ridge BLVD. in Bay Ridge when the heaviest of the snow was fallen. A group of kids were scurrying across the street, next to a large Co-Op that runs several blocks down from our own building. It had one of those New York moments to it, or maybe something out of a Charlie brown episode. Usually the kids in our neighborhood are more like something out of South Park meets "Everybody Loves Raymond." These kids were on good behavior, probably heading home for dinner. Bay Ridge is a heavy Italian neighborhood for New York City, making for lots of nice aromas come dinner time. LK and I were actually at an old Italian diner when it started to snow and I headed home while she made a detour to go shopping down the street.
The kids playing in the snow, the lights shoining out of apartment windows, carrying the sent of onions and garlic, the neon lights of the old diner, with the dancing snow over the awning, these all remind me of why I'm glad I live in the North. You curse the winters until it snows, and then you love them. Not just because the snow usually comes when it's not that cold. But because it just reminds you of where you were this time last year when it snowed, or the year before that, or the year before that. I don't know how people in Southern California have any sense of time, with it being all sunny year round. Life must be like one giant drawn out year.
We had our first real snow here today, not that I'd call it a real snow. It was more of a good spritzing along the waterfront today. But it was much better than last week's snow, which lasted five minutes in the middle of a sunny afternoon when it was 40 degrees.
I was walking down toward the harbor to Ridge BLVD. in Bay Ridge when the heaviest of the snow was fallen. A group of kids were scurrying across the street, next to a large Co-Op that runs several blocks down from our own building. It had one of those New York moments to it, or maybe something out of a Charlie brown episode. Usually the kids in our neighborhood are more like something out of South Park meets "Everybody Loves Raymond." These kids were on good behavior, probably heading home for dinner. Bay Ridge is a heavy Italian neighborhood for New York City, making for lots of nice aromas come dinner time. LK and I were actually at an old Italian diner when it started to snow and I headed home while she made a detour to go shopping down the street.
The kids playing in the snow, the lights shoining out of apartment windows, carrying the sent of onions and garlic, the neon lights of the old diner, with the dancing snow over the awning, these all remind me of why I'm glad I live in the North. You curse the winters until it snows, and then you love them. Not just because the snow usually comes when it's not that cold. But because it just reminds you of where you were this time last year when it snowed, or the year before that, or the year before that. I don't know how people in Southern California have any sense of time, with it being all sunny year round. Life must be like one giant drawn out year.
# posted by Tony : 8:39 PM
