Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
Winter in New York was a bleak, unforgiving thing that soaked deep into your bones and never quite left until spring. It even looked pretty at the beginning, when the snow first stuck to the ground and the urban jungle turned into a frosty wonderland overnight, but the pristine whiteness never resisted the assault of thousands of busy feet very long, and it was soon turned into a treacherous layer of dirty, slippery sludge, as if the grey of the city were contagious.
At least, Jacob reasoned as he trudge
