As much as I hate snow sometimes, it really does make things beautiful. Yesterday morning as I walked through Madison Square Park to work, I noticed people taking pictures of the trees and the new snow that had settled so prettily on their boughs. The morning sun cut through the skyscrapers and made some of the snow sparkle.
Then the gusts of bitter wind blew, I cursed the winter, and high-tailed it to the warmth of 41 Madison.
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