Perfection

New York summers are without redeeming feature. A torturing mixture of sweltering heat and frayed tempers. Its springs and autumns are luminous. But what is there on this planet that can beat a New York winter? This morning, the impossible artificiality of the skyscrapers I see from my window are shrouded by dancing snowflakes, falling so thickly and so quickly that they even muffle the never ending noise of this insomniac metropolis. Beautiful.

Comments

[almost witty]

Pics! We want pics of snow!

[dearieme]

Springs and Autumns? If so, quietly correct, then delete this.

[Third Avenue]

dearieme - you are right. Credit where credit's due - I won't delete your comment.

[Don Radlauer]

New York summers are without redeeming feature? Hmph! Perhaps the city has gone downhill since I left in early 1990 (I know that nowadays New Yorkers actually say "Have a nice day!" - yuck!), but I remember loving the city on summer weekends - when enough people went out to the Hamptons that those of us left on the Upper West Side could comfortably stroll around, window-shop, and generally enjoy the place in peace. When they returned from their weekend, they'd complain endlessly about the crowding in the Hamptons, and those of us who'd been smart enough to stay put felt smug and tried not to let the Hamptons crowd figure out our little secret.