Did I seem to be bitching about my city a couple of entries ago? Well, you can just forget all about that. I was already in a good mood this morning because of the lovely weekend I've just had (made some pie, saw some shows, ate some artichokes), and then I woke up without an alarm at 6:30a to inches-of-snow-and-still-snowing, and I laid in bed and thought about how awesome life is, and then I got out in the snow and it sucked for a couple seconds, and then I was like "omgSNOW."
And I love the escalators at the 5th ave and 53rd station. I love the shape of the ads along either side of the walls (perfect squares) and I love that on both escalators, everyone without fail adheres to the Walk Left Stand Right rule, without exception (because you know usually there is at least one exception, and she has a lot of shopping bags), so I always get to walk when I want to. And I love that sometimes there are social rules that everyone follows, like we are all on a little escalator team. We win at the escalator every single morning, too. These are some really good escalators. And so I was feeling happy about that and then I got ejected into a snowstorm, and there's nothing better than midtown in a snowstorm, unless of course you are listening to "Colorblind" by Counting Crows (I have documented before how listening to this song makes me feel like I am making a movie with my eyes), and it was mucky and brown and awful and the snow was whirling and I almost fell once, and I slipped and slid and grinned all the way to work. I'm like, delirious with happiness.