The First Snow, Ever.

People from California freak out at snow.  The one and only time it snowed outside my childhood house, we all rain out into the backyard in started snapping pictures of the tiny little mothballs of ice floating intermittently in front of our cameras. One year, there was frost on the bridge and everyone panicked. Car accidents happen, people call the media. Hell, we even get so confused we try to make snowballs from melting hail.

For the first time in my life today, I step out of my own apartment and it's snowing outside of my own door. I look up, oddly trying to see where it comes from. From above red brick tenement roofs, from a sky pink with the glow of city lights. White and feathery light; there is nothing like snow to wash away the smell of summer garbage, to make even the sewer rats look new again. 

New city. New year. New blog.