photo by Alfred Stieglitz

It snowed yesterday.

Manhattan was a Stieglitz photo, drifting flakes muting the colors of the old town and rendering them pointillist and impressionistic.

I awoke with Smitty, serene and beautiful, asleep next to me, Zeus her cat snoring lightly on her other side and the sound of snow plows scraping the streets, happily without removing the white icing off this gritty cake of a city.

One of the blessings of experience is to recognize the memories while they’re happening. This one didn’t slip by.