Someone should probably remind me how much I hate the snow. As early as this morning I was panicking (okay, I was FURIOUS) about the forecast for 18 – 24 inches of snow over NYC for the next few days. But as recently as an hour ago, I was walking leisurely for two miles through Bryant Park and Times Square photographing pretty things instead of hopping in a cab or taking the subway.
Not one, not two, but THREE snow-covered lions:
Trees and a lil birdie:
William Cullen Bryant, of Bryant Park (and poetry fame):
Bryant’s statue reads an excerpt from his poem, “The Poet”:
Yet let no empty gust
Of passion find an utterance in thy lay,
A blast that whirls the dust
Along the howling street and dies away;
But feelings of calm power and mighty sweep,
Like current journeying through the windless deep.
I can only imagine Bryant is writing about the gusts and blasts of wind of NYC’s current snowstorm. Tomorrow when I am drudging through it to get to work, I’m sure I will remember my hatred of this weather, but for now, I will let it snow (but just for a little bit longer).