It's very cold, very suddenly. All month it's been in and out, days when you just need a sweater and days when two sweaters and two coats aren’t enough, but last night and today the cold slammed down over New York like a glass catching a bug on a counter. I grew up, mostly, somewhere where it was rarely ever really cold, which meant very cold days brought with them a sense of specialness. Everything felt precious and graspable when I could see my breath in the air, a holiday, an occasion, a party. We never had snow days, but strikingly chilly days nevertheless had a little bit of the same feeling, the rules relaxed, the increased possibility that somehow something big might happen.
Perfume Diary: Indoor Cat (HF)
Perfume Diary: Indoor Cat (HF)
Perfume Diary: Indoor Cat (HF)
It's very cold, very suddenly. All month it's been in and out, days when you just need a sweater and days when two sweaters and two coats aren’t enough, but last night and today the cold slammed down over New York like a glass catching a bug on a counter. I grew up, mostly, somewhere where it was rarely ever really cold, which meant very cold days brought with them a sense of specialness. Everything felt precious and graspable when I could see my breath in the air, a holiday, an occasion, a party. We never had snow days, but strikingly chilly days nevertheless had a little bit of the same feeling, the rules relaxed, the increased possibility that somehow something big might happen.