The next morning was cold & chilly when I walked the eight or so blocks from my Broadway hotel to the MOMA on West 53rd street. The long line outside the door dashed any plans of a quick visit, so had to settle for shopping instead at the MOMA store across the street.

Walking home, a drizzle developed, which turned into light rain, and then into sparsely falling snow! Three layers of clothing and a cap isn’t going to be enough, I thought to myself. And oh man, was it cold!

Back at the hotel, I hailed a cab for the airport but stopped it several times for me to take pictures through an open window. A photograph of a bus billboard of the Liberty Lady, diagonally streaked by the lightly falling snow, aptly made my day. My cab driver, an immigrant with a funny accent, didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. This is New York City and it’s snowing. I didn’t bother to tell him that it’s been 20 years since I’ve seen snow fall from the sky. Enjoy.