I’m trying to imagine how it would feel to watch snow falling in NYC. I have never visited New York City during winter, only when the weather is warm or extremely hot and when the air smells of dust and gasoline. It’s hard to imagine myself walking on Broadway wearing winter coat and boots. Would I find it enchanting or would I hate it? Maybe I would be shivering and whimpering in the icy wind like an orphan dog just wanting to go home?