mais pas encore

i'm breaking taboo again by talking about the weather... baby it's cold outside! we had pretty nice and not so cold weather up until now. i had a friend once who moved here from israel in the summertime and loved it here. he had heard rumours about how cold it gets in nyc in the wintertime and asked me about it. 'does it get cold here, he asks?' 'extremely.' was my gentle reply. he was afraid as he should have been. it freezes here in the wintertime, and the thing that makes it painful is that for the most part, new yorkers walk long distances all the time, every day. so we don't have the comfort of popping in our cars, driving somewhere and then popping into a cosy warm interior. so for the most part we live the sting of winter and it's painful.

as it hasn't gotten cold up til now, i thought, maybe this winter won't be so bad. but the cold has come on suddenly and with fervor. so this morning while dressing i was talking to myself like a little girl. 'girl it's alright, brace yourself 'cause it's cold. you know the deal, and it'll be cold for some months now.

we buddle up and head out for the day, until we can come home again and curl up and shake off the day...

i mentioned during big holidays my little corner of the world empties out. it's such a physical telling of all the folks who move to nyc from somewhere else. i love all the different faces and sounds of different languages being spoken. i sometimes just close my eyes when i'm walking and hear simultaneously all the different languages i can hear in my hearing distance. it's beautiful, so much like a song.

no my sweet people from somewhere else have gone home for the holidays. it's a bit of a pretty snowy ghost town, and this i love too. and i find comfort in knowing that i just have to hop on the subway and travel literally a few stops and i'm in the thick of greenwhich village, times square, lincoln center, park ave... in no time, depending on my mood...

but i have always liked quiet places that i can sneak away to when the hustle and bustle gets to me. i take a breather, and then i'm on my way again. one of the places i like to duck into is st. patrick's cathedral. it's gorgeous. i so often just sit there and soak in the beauty of the space...

but wheather i'm hanging inside or outside, in the freezing cold or cosy interiors, i try to appreciate the pretty parts that the city has to offer, all it's various moods and manifestations...

i have the below picture in my archive of photos. i think of it these days, when i comfort myself in saying spring always follows winter! this photo captures precisely what we feel like when we come out of a nyc city winter; exhausted, relieved, pleased, excited and warmed.

that's the thing right... we appreciate the sunny days so much deeply because of the grey winter days... to be loved and appreciated in their own way.

mais pas encore mon amis, not just yet my friends, we've got winter to delight ourselves in. every season in it's own time...

p.s. you know how when you or a friend tastes something and it's horrible, you scrunch up your face and say 'taste this!' yuck. ...why do we do that?

i have what i call a 5 year gap year. when i lived in spain all kinds of stuff happened here in the states that i knew nothing about. i remember returning home one Christmas and wondering who is Paris Hilton, as she had been everywhere, television, magazines, newspapers, and i had zero idea who she was.

and stuff like this, i still can't put together. but i must say i like her boots! have a look, or taste this! herehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfvOgEEsaO8

have a wonderful day! & be warm...