Snow, Week 41 in the Time of Coronavirus

Initially there were grave warnings about the snowstorm that was going to plague the Northeast. When it started to fall, the winds were strong, and walking home from work was a bit of an effort. The following day there were hills with footsteps at the curbsides. Crossing the street took balance and navigation. Patience was needed, as only one person at a time could reach the next corner. Each person had their own pace, based on age, winter fitness, and footwear. Good snow boots were the best. So happy that past winters required me to find the right boots.

By Friday I was ready for a walk in the park. The park closest to me, Carl Shurz, had sledding children with their parents. It was hard to tell who was having more fun. The walkways were icy, so my time in the park was limited to dog walks. Central Park was more of a mix. The Park Drive was clear for walking and running. The side paths were too slippery to walk safely. So, I stuck to the Park Drive. From the Upper Eastside I could see snowmen and women being constructed. There was a couple cross-country skiing displaying easy smiles. A snow ball exchange spontaneously occurred. A great way to play while socially distanced.