First snow

Many children grew up in colder climates than I did. They woke up on winter mornings and looked outside to see the glowing, angelic white of freshly fallen snow. While I loved growing up in Berkeley, CA, this is an experience that I always felt I missed out on.

So you can imagine my joy and wonder this morning when I woke up in my own bed, turned off my alarm clock, stumbled over to the window in my pajamas, still yawning and half asleep, to look outside and see this:



It may not be much, but I was well impressed. I took 30 pictures on the way to the subway station.







Brooklyn, you just grew on me a little bit more.