When I hopped over to Los Angeles in January and happened to escape a mini snow-storm in NYC, I thought that would be the last of the snow for this year, considering how much warmer this winter has been in comparison to the last. But last week, public schools closed and most offices remained dark in light of a heavier snow day that enshrouded New York City in white fluffy layers. Still a California girl at heart, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to wander through Central Park in the snow, and it turned out that I wasn’t the only one with that desire. Locals and tourists alike flocked to the park to marvel at the white wonder and the frozen lakes. Mind over matter, and despite my ears protesting, I armed myself with a wool coat, fluffy scarf and lug sole boots (heeled too!) to brave the bitter winds and the freezing temperatures for some snapshots of this winter wonderland that nearly left my glove-less fingers numb with frostbite, but it was so worth it.
