What cold really means.
This time last year I felt like winter was never going to end. I was tired of walking through street corner slush and dodging ice patches (and falling from them too). Last winter I spent more time preparing to go outside than it was actually worth it. There were constant wet spots subway floors from wet snowy shoes and abandoned hats and gloves were dropped here and there. My hands were chapped like no other winter experience I ever had and my nose was like Rudolph’s just because. Weeks went by and all I saw was white, then brown, and then sometimes, yellow. Smells ranged from fresh to horrendous. I did make my first snow angel though and that was pretty worth it. The past two nights have fallen into the low 60’s and while that’s cold for here, it is nothing for over there.
New chapters are being written and the sky is watching over you.
From Jimi Hendrix to a old black and white of people in front of an old building, $5 will get you wall art of all kinds. The Golden State Warriors won their title in 2015, but that air brush art looks like it came from 1995. Street fairs are one the of the few times unique shops like this come out to play and this one was there all yesterday,
Right now, this is as messy as it gets. The weeks have been flying and the days are disappearing. My desk is a cluttered with everything going on right now and snacks to get me through it.