It started snowing today around noon and it didn't look too bad. Then it kept snowing.
By the evening, it was either hailing or raining, I don't know which. I just know that I was bareheaded, laden with groceries and getting walloped in the head by whatever was falling from the sky. All this year we've been wondering whether it'd ever snow in New York again, and here's our answer.
Since I've gotten back from my business trip, things at work have been calm. Usually I'm stressed out, thinking about the next deadline, but it's been okay.
I won't be leaving for the new job until next month, and I'm starting to miss my coworkers already. I haven't told anyone about my leaving. It's a strange, mixed feeling, when you know too much.
It's as if you're lurking behind curtains while a party is going on. Everyone is laughing, making fools of themselves, utterly carefree. Your feeling is strangely nostalgic, not for the past, but for the present. 'This is where I am right now, I'm not going to be here much longer. I need to savor it while I can.'
It's the same feeling I get walking around the City. There's a party going on. I need to savor it while I'm here.