New York was spared a White Christmas for the holiday, but weathermen predicted a winter storm due for this weekend. I woke early in the Fort Greene Observatory. The skyline over the brownstones promised to back up their report. Within an hour snowflakes swirled in the air and I touched the window. It was cold to my fingertips and I pulled on my heavy-duty clothing for a walk to Ralph’s Meats on Lafayette.
Opening the front door I was disappointed to see that the snow had turned to an icy rain. Puddles formed on the sidewalk and umbrellas shielded pedestrians from getting wet. I phoned a friend on West 137th Street. Her apartment had a view of the Hudson River.
“We have snow,” she declared with pride.
“And we have rain.”
Somewhere in between there had to be ice.