Walking in a winter wonderland

This morning I woke up to a beautiful milk-white tree outside my window. It's snowing! The novelty never wears off.

Coming from a snow-less city, there is nothing better than rugging up in layers of winter woollies, drinking a cup of green tea and looking out at a snow covered Manhattan.

One minute the city is loud and buzzing, the next it's eerily quiet and peaceful; the city suddenly transforms from a brown concrete jungle into a February postcard.



And the best thing about the snow? Trekking around in gumboots all day