Yesterday was a day for exploring.
For lattes, and for things dusted with layers of sugar as finely spun as the snow itself.
Do you remember what I said about certain slants of sunlight illuminating shafts of color in the city that you would otherwise pass by?
I think I may have to amend that statement.
I’m nearly convinced the snow does a better job.
(Should you be interested in said lattes and sugar-dusted treats in your own snowy travels today, this is a lovely place on Prince Street that admirably satisfies such a need).