A dusting of icing sugar

That’s what it looked like to me, as I stepped outside my apartment building to go for one of my high-speed power walks on Saturday morning. While I was sleeping, snow had fallen in sufficient quantities to cover the sidewalks with a light coverage of about an inch of snow (sidewalk; inch – what’s happening to me?!)

Best of all was the postcard-perfect vision as I entered Prospect Park, where the entire place – rolling lawns, manicured pathways, woods of native vegetation – looked as it it had been giving a solid dusting of white. There was even an eggshell-thin layer of ice over the duck pond.

Walking through the park, which was close to empty except for a few dozen rugged-up freaks like me, I felt like I was in a film set in New York, but of course this time it’s for real. The locals tell me I’ll soon discover what the snow looks like after a few days’ worth of smog and soot and traffic and people. But yesterday was pure magic to me.

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