This is the 27th installment of Cajun Tomato’s NYC 100, a periodic series chronicling my observations and insights as a new New Yorker. Tonight I wrote about a winter wonderland in Central Park. You can read previous dispatches here.
My first winter in New York City has featured precious little snowfall. An inch here, an inch there. Certainly no blizzards. Not that I’m complaining. A bayou boy like myself doesn’t need snow to survive. He needs sunshine.