Last night, the snow came in. Non-stop, steady and thick. The flakes fell through the air silently and began to cover New York. We drove home from dinner around midnight and found ourselves to be the only ones on the road. The streetlights illuminated the flakes as they floated through the air. It was just beautiful. I made a mental note to get up early and capture a picture of the snow before it was touched by humans. I woke up this morning to find my cousin's boyfriend shoveling the front walk. When he came back in the house, he had an inch of soft feathery flakes built up on the top of his hair.
The street they live on was a blanket of white. Not a soul had moved all morning. My cousin had to go to work this morning, so she was the only one out. This is what the rest of the block was doing at that hour.
Here is my car at 7:30 this morning, when I first took the pictures. The National Weather Service said 26.9 inches of snow had fallen in Central Park. This is the most since record keeping began in 1869!
This is what my car looked like at 10:00 am - almost completely covered. It is now after 4:00 pm we just got done digging it out. We couldn't even see it when we went down to rescue it from the depths of the storm.
This guy was spotted in the backyard; a splash of color against the sheet of white. It seems that he and I are the only ones enjoying the snow. I don't mind the snow. In fact, I love it, and I could not have wished for a more romantic setting for Valentine's Day. Being "snowed in" is a perfect reason to cuddle up with my handsome Valentine.