she was so excited in the snow, running around in her furry boots, twirling around with her tongue stuck out to catch the giant snowflakes. she doesn’t mind the cold, and was really mesmerized…i promised she could make snow-angels, but the sidewalks of new york aren’t really the best spot for that.

[be back later with a list of hopes, dreams, reflections, and things: 34-style. right now, though, we've got a brunch date at Bouchon. oooh-la-la]