Good morning, New York City! You realize that by about 1:52 this afternoon, all that pretty pristine white powder will have morphed into a flow of putty-colored slurge that accumulates in three-feet-wide ponds at every corner. That's snow for you. Just doing its job.
(I do love the dash of taxi yellow in the upper right. It orients me to time and place.)
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