There’s something about the first snowfall, no matter where you live. But last night was all citizen empowerment and beautiful speeches. We stood shoulder-to-shoulder in a bar in Crown Heights and the whole room screamed.
This afternoon I had to step out to drop off some keys with a friend. I saw the snow was coming down harder, so I threw on rubber boots and my wool hat. I stepped outside and everything was glowing blue-white, everyone was smiling; the whole world felt like this song.
(Above: Tractor in Prospect Park. Below: An umbrella in Park Slope.)