A Thundersnow Daze

Hey, it’s another thundersnow. Nineteen inches in Central Park!  WNYC is asking listeners for “creative ways” to spend an adult snow day.

I grew up in Detroit where the first snow fell  in mid-October and then lived on til March.  For me, revisiting the snow from NYC’s distance is a treat.  I can hardly wait to go tromp around in it each snowfall, where it usually lasts less than a week.  Last night it blanketed me on my long walk to the W. 4th Street subway stop.  At midnight I walked from the F on empty, silent white streets. Of course, that silence can gnaw at you. See Conrad Aiken’s short story, Silent Snow, Secret Snow.

This afternoon NYC Parks proposes hot chocolate from noon to 3 p.m in Prospect Park’s Picnic House at the Long Meadow.  Any other thoughts on adding color to a white out?