It’s snowing in NYC…
I miss the anticipation of a snow day (aka work from home day when you’re an adult without kids).
I miss the color of the night sky over Manhattan. The light reflecting off the clouds creates a reddish-purple hue that only exists when it snows.
I miss staying up much too late because I knew I could work in my pajamas the next day.
I miss waking up to snow-covered streets, and the silence that comes with it.
I miss walking the dog in the quiet, and listening to the snow falling around us.
I miss wearing my Sorels.
I miss crystalized trees.
I miss admiring the intricacy of the snowflakes that get caught on my mittens.
I miss justified hot chocolate and the smell of a fire.
I miss finding comfort from cold fingers and toes under a blanket.