After an early morning odyssey of four trains to get to a yoga class (usually one train and 20 minutes - thanks MTA!), I was a bit grumpy about the prospect of three trains to get back home. Yet, when we emerged from underground to head into Queensboro Plaza on the N train, everyone in the car gasped simultaneously.
What had started as rain in Manhattan had turned to snow. It was one of those brief moments in the city when everyone is laughing and smiling and talking with strangers in delight about what is happening.
Imagine that! One moment, everyone is glumly riding along, thinking their thoughts, planning their day, ignoring those around them....and then it snows.