people keep saying that this is the first real winter in the city for several years. it has definitely been the sort of cold that requires a full-sleeved sweater, a good coat, and knitwear for the extremities on a regular basis. it’s cold enough that I can tell my double-pane windows should be replaced soon; I can feel it when the heat cycles off for that long stretch around bedtime.

there has been a decent amount of snow, including the sort that accumulates as well as the type that drifts prettily on top of whatever was still there from yesterday. there has yet to be any in which you might see your entire shoe disappear though.

mostly it’s still novel enough to be entertaining. except when on an outer-borough food mission on a night that feels like single digits (thank goodness it only felt like) and there’s a green light about to change on queens boulevard. I was all too willing to dash the rest of the way across as the light turned yellow, despite the sign declaring “a pedestrian was killed here” — as having to wait on an island for the light to change again felt like certain death.