Not a big deal, right? New York snows all the time. I've been back for a few weeks now, and I've been up to my ears in snow. Not that I hate it; I'm from the bay area. Snow is still a miracle where I come from. Still, I've seen snow in New York.
Not like this, though. Not like this. I went into the kitchen in my apartment to fix some breakfast and stopped. It was snowing. But, again, not a big deal, right? Yes, a big deal, because this snow was different. Bigger. Clumps of snow came falling from the sky. Was the sky falling? Was this normal?
It was like movie snow. You know, that big, cotton-like snow that falls in movies and tv shows, usually just at the right moment for the two lovers to realize how much they love each other and kiss. The kind of snow that doesn't melt when it touches down on a person, the kind that you absolutely know is fake but don't care because it's all too magical given the moment? It was that kind of snow. I kept looking for the movie crew up above me. Wonderfully, though, no luck.
This is the New York I dreamt about.
It's good to be back.
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