Monday, November 26th, 2012
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New York City, November 25, 2012

★★ Wan sun and flimsy clouds vied to abandon the day to each other. Through midday, the sky was stuck on patchy gray. There was a firm chill, one well-defined step further down toward the depths of real winter. The cold seeped into ungloved fingers, though not enough to make it worth digging out the gloves; condensation beaded inside the window of a dumpling cart. In the afternoon, against the trends and apparent odds, it was the sun that emerged as the winner. Or loser.

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davidwatts (#72)

Tiny white flecks which drifted through the afternoon air seemed at first to be falling trash – paint flecks from some upper floor renovation, maybe? Packing material from a broken-up relationship? – but increased, revealing themselves to be actual snow. They were enough to bring a bit of wintery joy before they blinked out of existence again.

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