Snow in New York

I'm a building scheduled to be demolished. I'm emptied, a house with nothing in it. Vacant. I have been for sometime now. Likewise, I'm to be rebuilt.

The wrecking ball crashed into my facade at approximately 3:30am Sunday morning. Exiting a bar in NY and finding it snowing, a kiss out of left field from a total stranger. Pulled aside into dark corners. She said, it's snowing, and before I'd even realized she slammed into me with all the force of something that changes everything.

Her name was Elizabeth, I think. We spent some time talking at the bar, we all did. Her, Jon, Nick and I. I doubt I'll ever see her again. Not said like that's a bad or good thing.

Scarves, Nick throwing a menu in a Korean restaurant after we were ignored for twenty minutes, the browbeating cold, the snow, warm gloves from your pockets, the subway, the picture Jon took of Kevin and I where we look like secret agents, pizza as a substitute for sushi at 4:00am, pictures in elevator mirrors, three guys singing "Let it Snow" in the middle of the street, a toilet that flushed like you were at thirty-thousand feet, a twenty-six dollar round of shots, hot-dogs, coy glances, unexpected street bazaars, feeling completely interesting, using a cute girl's favorite word by accident -- I like New York more than all of these things. It's greater than the sum of it's parts.

Snow in New York, there's nothing like it.

EDIT: Jon's pics are up.