Express: Snow Day!

Last Friday night I went to bed with teensy weensy snowflakes falling gently onto the world outside, and woke to find it had been carpeted. My first reaction was to go and play in the snow! Well, my first first reaction was to drink coffee and eat breakfast. But then I wanted to go and play in the snow!

Down by the river all was peaceful, with only a few people out. Many of them had dogs. Many of the dogs LOVED the snow. They were much braver than my cat, who refused to even step onto the snow-covered terrace (he is smart enough to realise that the snow was as deep as he is tall, which is saying a bit, because he is really not that smart a guy).

Such a blank background led to a desire to saturate it with colour; deep, vibrant shades to leap out and delight the eye. However, where there is snow there is cold. I had to take that into account, even though all my winter clothes (ALL of them) are totally dull. I have been wearing them too much. I am over you, winter.

Boring grey coat...
Boring grey coat...
...all the colour under my sensible layers.
...all the colour under my sensible layers.
And my crazy earmuffs, of course!
And my crazy earmuffs, of course!

I wore my rain boots as they're the most sensible shoes I own for snow - or were, before they got a mysterious tear in them that allows not only snow, but also rain, and pollution, and who-knows-what-else-from-the-street in. On this day we went Kiwi and stuck a bit of electrical tape over it, but I have looked forward to the future and upgraded to the Rolls-Royce of rain boots. Who knows if we can expect any more snow this winter - but spring in New York is a rainy, rainy time. I am prepared.

The Rolls-Royce of rain boots - or so they say. Image: Piperlime
The Rolls-Royce of rain boots - or so they say. Image: Piperlime

Which means that I've pretty much guaranteed that this spring will be uncommonly dry, all for the low low price of a new pair of rain boots. You're welcome, New York!