Washington Square Park
This photo reminds me of the first time it snowed my freshman year, and it started during the day and I could see the park from my window got excited and emailed my Mom a photo and it was snowing hard and later was on the phone with Ben and said “It’s a BLIZZARD!” and he said “Can you see the building across the street?” and I said I could and he said “No, then, it’s not a blizzard” (he would know, he’s from South Dakota) and later that night I ran outside with some of the girls from my floor and we made snow angels and threw snowballs and I was surprised that my jeans got so wet, but that’s what you get when you grow up in tropical weather. God, I miss all that.(photo via Sarah / ericmortensen)
Funny, because I remember this day very vividly, given that we were the same year at the same school, and feel sort of weird writing about it since we don’t know each other.
Given that more than half of the girls in my studio group were from LA and I’m from FL, we all ran out between a dance class and a design class, squealed, ran back inside, and that was that.
