Snow Day, Central Park
Our 840 acres of backyard
We didn’t believe it until we got up Thursday morning and saw it with our own eyes. Snow! Lots and lots of snow! It’s been years since we’ve had a proper snowfall in the city (thanks a pantload, global climate catastrophe). This snowfall even had a name: Gail. Cute.
Last year we managed to get roughly five inches of snow all winter. Boring! Thursday morning we woke up to over ten inches in Central Park. And aren’t we the luckiest living two blocks from the park? We bundled up and were out of the door before 10 am — roughly 6 am for you non-nocturnal types — while it was still snowing. Insider tip: masks are awesome in the snow. They keep your face warm and protect you from sideways-blowing snow.
However dodgy this neighborhood can get — and, yeah, it’s pretty dodgy these days — all is forgiven the moment I step into the park. I don’t even necessarily need to be in the park for it to do its magic. Living close enough to see it daily and inhale the gifts of all 20,000 trees is enough to maintain some equilibrium.
