Being from California, the natural phenomenon of snow never ceases to make me foam at the mouth in sheer wonder. Snow in California usually existed in carefully cultivated conditions: 1.) as styrofoam or plastic tinsel in retail window displays or 2.) spewed out by Sno-Makers up in ski resorts a couple hours worth drive away. One day, my neighborhood (on Dekalb Avenue to be exact) in Brooklyn took a dump of snow from what seemed to be a clear sky. I blinked and suddenly the sky was overcast.Next blink, we were trapped in a flurry of snow, as if someone had decided on a whim to give our neighborhood snowglobe a shake.

I like bare trees in winter. The branches look like elegiac drawings in space, materializing out of the fourth dimension.