Turning on the Magic

In between the Avenues of New York City, the snow is free from the wind's force. It falls in slow motion, like confetti. (A party on the street and everyone’s invited.) It's as if New York is celebrating and congratulating those who want to notice. I notice, even though I’m running incredibly late for work.

The snow dares me to slow down and take in its beauty, so I do. It lands on my nose and disappears before I can see it. I want to inhale it.

It’s a small gift to make up for the harshness of the bitter winds the day before. Just like the gift my boss gave my friend Jess, to make up the harshness of his bitter words, the week before. He gave her dinner for two, and last night she took me to a cozy little wine bar in the East Village. We soon made friends with a lovely, and incredibly loose gay guy, who manages a hot-new-hotel-bar in mid-town.  He gave us a card with his signature for a complimentary bottle of vino if we drop by. Later we found ourselves at gay bar down the road, being served beers from Anderson Cooper’s boyfriend. Check him:

 (He's on the right, and unfortunately was wearing shirt when he served
us. The bottom pic is a promo shot for their bar - The Easternblock)

Twas a good night, and now it's snowing.  As much as New York takes it out of you, it sure knows how to give it back.