Brooklyn, or at least my part of it, isn’t exactly a place for enjoying the snow outdoors.
A faucet pouring into a brimming basin, the pile of drying dishes on the left, and a mixing bowl resting on a wooden cutting board on the right, and shrubbery and sunlight in the square window.
After thirty years of living, today I learned that Lunar New Year is a two-week affair with specific activities assigned to each day.
Second Slope 