Heavy snow on the walk from the subway to work today dressed New York up in its best look. Someone came in for their coffee and said happily, "New York is not a sunshine city." They were correct. The snow accumulated on my hat and scarf and made everything look exquisite for five minutes, and when I came down through the trapdoor to hang up my coat the head cook said "oh look, a snowman." Morning miracles.
This winter has been full of light so far, with beautiful birthdays and a new apartment to arrange and rearrange and rearrange again and a whole new set of cooking accoutrements that came in this great package deal along with my new roommate. More light to come, I hope. I'd like to document the changes as they unfold.
Join me if you'd like. I'm going to try to post semi-regularly. Or should I have a goal? Once a week?
maybe take a moment to think about whatever place it is that makes you feel like this:
and then get back to bracing yourself against the cold. sweet hearts. see you around here.
xx h
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