“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”― John Steinbeck
If there is one thing I've learned about Northeast winters, it's never to assume anything. You may think that was the last snowstorm of the season, but it usually means there is another just around the corner. I learned this last year when there were a couple of huge snowfalls in March, a month I had previously considered as a spring month.
I finally went through and edited some photos taken on our excursion through Snow Storm Jonas a couple of weeks ago. While I had stocked up on food, put on my warmest flannel pajamas, and mentally picked out a variety of TV shows (okay, mostly Downton Abbey) and movies to watch while the storm happened, my adventurous husband suggested we go out during the peak of the storm to really experience it first hand. And I am so glad we did! We piled on the layers, laced up our snow boots, and took a (surprisingly full) C train down to 72nd street.
The wind blew harshly in a thousand different directions, and snowflakes covered our eye lids and our cheeks turned cherry red. At one point we discussed for what felt like 10 minutes which direction Bethesda Fountain was, it was so cloudy with snow we couldn't even see! Thankfully we didn't get lost, or die. The park was surprisingly crowded with people too. There were kids sledding, dogs out walking, and even people (no joke in shorts and t-shirts) running. Like, what, you couldn't take one day off, or at least run indoors on a treadmill or something?
We ended the excursion with hot chocolates and a New York bagel and it was a good wintery day.
