- Posted March 6, 2013 by
New York City, New York
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Snow in Central Park: No More Grinch!
Growing up in rural Pennsylvania as a kid in the 1970's, snow storms were just a part of the change of seasons. There wasn't any chatter about global warming or heat waves happening in January. We knew for a few months every year it'd be cold and snowy. Sometimes we'd have a lot of snow and that's just the way it was. Chores on the farm had to be done every day. We had to go to school. I miss those days. It wasn't a phenomenon. It was expected and actually appreciated. We respected having 4 distinct seasons. Today we're shocked if there's a snow storm in January. I don't understand it.
I went over to Central Park during the last snow storm to hit NYC. I stood in the middle of The Bridle as large snow flakes fell effortlessly from above blanketing the ground all in the purest white imaginable. I felt connected to the universe in a cosmic way, one in which I do not get standing on a subway platform dripping with sweat in the middle of August.
I'm not Ebenezer Grinch when it snows. I am Mitchell Stout at his best. I LOVE SNOW!