A few weeks ago Jason and I were walking around Soho when it unexpectedly started to snow. The flakes were slight and airy and swirled together to create the most perfect atmosphere.
While it was absolutely frigid and I wasn't wearing the right footwear for snowfall, the city felt magical and unexpectedly cozy. The streets seemed to exude calm instead of chaos, and the low hanging sky whispered of the city I love so much. It is the moments like these that make me fall in love with New York all over again.