1. Taken during the first big snowfall of last year. As much as I love the stiffling heat of summer, I’ve grown to treasure the rare moments I get each winter when I sit with my back to the splintery doorframe of my own apartment, clutching a mug of hot chocolate and smelling the freshness of the air as the city gets ready for its first snowfall. There’s something so perfect about just sitting there in the quiet, with the heat of the apartment juxtaposing with the coldness of the air outside and the snow muffling the sounds in the streets. Maybe its the intangible difference in the air that precipitates its first snowfall - the air is charged and the heavy clouds overhead hush any sound the city carries. You would think this is what Bing Cosby was singing about in Silent Night. It’ll get dark and I’ll get cold and I’ll go back in but now and then, I’d think back to the perfect loneliness of those moments and wish it was winter again, just for the night.

    Taken during the first big snowfall of last year. As much as I love the stiffling heat of summer, I’ve grown to treasure the rare moments I get each winter when I sit with my back to the splintery doorframe of my own apartment, clutching a mug of hot chocolate and smelling the freshness of the air as the city gets ready for its first snowfall. There’s something so perfect about just sitting there in the quiet, with the heat of the apartment juxtaposing with the coldness of the air outside and the snow muffling the sounds in the streets. Maybe its the intangible difference in the air that precipitates its first snowfall - the air is charged and the heavy clouds overhead hush any sound the city carries. You would think this is what Bing Cosby was singing about in Silent Night. It’ll get dark and I’ll get cold and I’ll go back in but now and then, I’d think back to the perfect loneliness of those moments and wish it was winter again, just for the night.

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