Dasher and I talk about it tonight over a few drinks and a few hits of the water bongs at this underground Moroccan club after a movie. I share with him that people in the rest of the country always wish me a short and warm winter when we are speaking… but I tell them that I would like one or two more blistering blizzardly weeks covered in white. There is something about it that I like very much. Without it, the year does not feel complete… one or two just wouldn’t do. and one can perceive that most people in the city agree by the level of joy and exuberance you feel in the air from everyone all around you in the street and in the stores and on the subways. Remember, that the population here is a whopping 27,000 people per square mile. By far the most dense city in America. And People here are very happy when it snows. Its cold. And I keep slipping on the slippery sidewalks every few minutes. And the cold snow hitting my face as I walk is a tad uncomfortable and frustrating, I must admit. But still… there is something very special about a real winter versus what many other cities and towns experience as winter in the world.
Dasher immediately fills with light and energy when discussing it. “snow is good luck man. When it snows its good luck…” “you believe that?” I ask him. ”Oh yeah man. Can’t you feel it?” “Yes I suppose I do… its magic isn’t it?” “Its so many things. its warm and comforting. It makes the city clean, its this comforting white blanket that makes everything seem o.k. for a while… like a fresh start… for us all.” “Yes Dasher. I couldn’t agree with you more.”