The smell of roasting nuts and gasoline mix in the air. Stop and go. Stop and go. I had forgotten the feeling of walking down a New York City street, but today was my first taste back into the hustle and bustle I had become familiar with over the past few months. It was like was peering through a kaleidoscope--every movement led to another burst of color. But boy, was it was cold.
The winter takes New York.
Union Square Park.
Clearly she does not think it's cold. Cute jacket/sweater though.