It snowed yesterday. I do love living in the city when it snows - I don't have to shovel anything, and I don't have to drive anywhere. Today I walked over to Prospect Park and admired its snow-white make-over.
Now I'm back in my apartment, and as I write these words, I'm wrapped in a virtual 'good things' blanket.
I'm sitting at the desk in my writing room, with a cup of coffee and cute candles burning...
...out my window I see fellow Brooklynites running Saturday errands, bundled up and slip-sliding. An electric snowman and Christmas tree are flashing and sparkling in front of the hardware store across the street...
...Martin Sexton is providing the mellow holiday soundtrack for this afternoon...
...I'm remembering my earlier walk through the park, and how good it was to walk slowly in silence, the only sound often being the crunch of snow beneath my feet...
...I'm thinking over the lyrics of well-known hymns and loving Christmas...
It came upon a midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men,
From heaven's all-gracious King."
The world in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.
1 comment:
sounds like one of those perfect new york days...
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