Today was very surreal. A guy skied past me as I was walking up Broadway. Young kids were having a snowball fight in the middle of an intersection usually congested with traffic. The Barnes & Noble I frequent (though a lot less frequently than I’d like as of late) was almost empty. Michelle and I rented a bunch of movies, bought Raisinets and Cheetos, made save the date cards, and laughed a lot.
Today reminded me of growing up. Every other year or so, we’d have massive snowstorms. The city pretty much shut down, and we’d all head over to a friend’s house hoping to get snowed in. School would be cancelled, and the next three days we’d eat junk food and watch movies and make forts or igloos and have snow battles.
One year 20 neighborhood kids came together in the middle of a blizzard to play football – everyone wearing five layers of clothes, bouncing off each other like bumper cars, no one able to catch the ball (which was fine in this case, since no one was really able to throw the ball either.)
Today, I felt like a kid again. At one point, I almost took the couch cushions and made a fort out of them.
Amazing how rare and fleeting those moments are.
