Ah, New York. As predicted by many weatherpeople everywhere, the morning started out with a heavy bout of snow. You could (and many did!) call it a snowstorm, even. I worked from home and stepped out just long enough to capture this glorious sign of early spring. For West Coasters like me, a storm of this magnitude is akin to seeing the Loch Ness Monster in March. No matter how long we spend in other cities, it is just so much easier to continue believing that this kind of weather does not exist.
Each snowstorm feels like a freaking marathon.