It started out innocently enough. We left the Russell Hotel as big soft flakes started to fall on us. In just a few minutes, all of St Andrews was covered in that clean white blanket of undisturbed snow. At first, we casually tried to make snowballs and threw them around a bit. But of course this escalated. And then we got to an alley. Iona and I knew that Taylor and Kris would be waiting on the other side of South Street to pelt us. So we stored up an arsenal of snowballs on my pizza box.
When the war finally broke out, we didn't hit them with one snowball. Oh well. We did start a fight with a guy from his window (Actually, I think he started it.) It was really lovely because all the times it snowed in NYC, I just never felt like I had the time to go out and just play in it. (Not to mention, even when it first first snows, NYC snow is never really clean.) This was about as fun as it gets.
Also want to say happy birthday to that guy, Mr. Taylor. We threw him a surprise birthday party last night, but here's hoping today will be as fun as this weekend! xo
that is so beautiful!
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