Yesterday, New York City and all along the east coast, was hit with a nor' easter. The first substantial snowfall for the winter season. Although I have a strong aversion towards cold weather, I love fierce, volatile storms and being out in them to feel their power. It is both humbling and exhilarating.
As a child, we lived in a suburb of Atlantic City, NJ when my father's job transferred him. We lived there only 4 years but it was the pinnacle of my childhood memories. We had a ranch style house that had a full front porch. I must have been around 6 years old, and I remember during ferocious thunderstorms, I'd take my blanket and sit in the lounge chair to watch them. Feeling the indiscriminate wind on my face, the smell of the rain and the lound, and frightening clapping of the thunder was electrifying.
It was a private moment for me, one I can revel in. It was mine.
@nycparks photo by Andrea DiFiore 1/2022
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