This winter New York’s first snow was a light dusting on November 12, 2013.
Two days ago I woke to a white blanket on the backyard below the Fort Greene Observatory.
There wasn’t much of an accumulation, however this evening I walked out onto South Oxford Street and muttered, “Damn winter.”
The hard season won’t release its grip and only last week I enjoyed the warmth of Spring along the River Arno in Firenze.
And that warmth was heaven.
