This is apparently the worst winter in New Jersey in 80
years. The coldest and the
snowiest. We live walking distance to
everything, so the snow hasn’t affected us much (and there really hasn't been much). Thursday, I got to
enjoy my first snow day in almost a decade.
The entire town of Princeton shut-down and I didn’t have to go into work.
Before I could curl up with an audiobook and my knitting, I
of course had to go tromp around in the snow. I pulled on my boots and picked up my camera
and ventured out to see what the town and campus looked like covered in snow and
without any people.
It was quiet and lovely. Still and cold. It was a treat. A few coffee places and the liquor store were open, but that was about it. While it was a piece of cake to walk around in, the roads were coated in ice underneath that innocent, fluffy looking snow.
It was nice to walk through town with no real purpose. To not be running errands or have to be anywhere at a particular time. To blink the snowflakes out of my eyelashes. To be the first set of footprints in the snow.
It finally felt like a proper winter day. I can now look forward to spring.