Let it...yeah...

I think there's something magical about your first snow in New York City. At least my first snow.

I got onto the subway at 14th street...cold and clear skies. Then I we came above ground in Queens and there was snow! Lots of snow. When I got off of the subway, there was an inch on the ground and the snow was blowing around on an icy wind.

I went out tonight in a skirt and hose. Cold.

Cabbies drive by you slowly with a smile, watching and sure you can't possibly walk home in such weather. But I did.

After awhile, I got used to the cold, and I was just able to view the snow as beautiful. I wrote my name on the sidewalk with my foot. I drew smiley faces on a stranger's car. I dragged my gloved (thank god) hands across neighbors' fences. I danced a soft-shoe just to see the patterns my feet made.

It was glorious.

Now, I am going to hate this snow when I wake up in the morning. It will be cold and in my way. But right now, yeah, a little magical. And me, yeah, a little drunk.

Happy First Snow, New York!