Seven minutes of snow

I had my first taste of New York snow today. Or rather it was shoved up my nose and pushed into my ears by a strange whirlygig phenomenon on Walker Street. Lasting a good 7 and a half minutes, I now understand why New Yorkers hate it. It’s all about Snow’s evil twin which, for the purposes of brevity, we’ll call Wind. I never knew eyeballs could feel the cold – now I do. And I smiled through the whole thing - what a tourist.

Completely off-topic, the street posters are cool around here. Those interested in seeing more can email me for close-ups.