As you all know, we had a pretty incredible snowstorm here in New York last week. It snowed overnight from Wednesday to Thursday, but Thursday afternoon was bright and sunny and clear as a bell - the perfect weather for a walk through Central Park.
The streets were a bit slushy, but the park was pristine, full of sledders and cross-country skiers and loads of folks just out for a stroll, like me.
Alexander Hamilton says hello.
One of my favorite things about where I live is that I'm a five-block walk from this, Cleopatra's Needle. The obelisk actually dates to about 1,000 years before the time of Cleopatra herself and was erected here in New York in 1880.
There's been some debate recently about how well the obelisk is holding up exposed to the weather, but one thing's for sure: there's something majestic and fascinating about seeing it juxtaposed against the snow.
On my way out the park, I saw some kids leaving (temporary) hieroglyphics of their own.
I also saw one of the coolest snow forts of all time.
The faces on the facade of the Metropolitan Museum of Art agree: snow is cold, but pretty.
Am I in Central Park, or northern New England?