Everyone knows that person who claims to have it all, but who can’t admit that they’re dead inside.
It isn’t the cold that is the worst part. It’s the grey. It’s three PM and I haven’t seen the sun all day. I saw it for a fleeting moment yesterday morning, but it’s not out today, and it may not be out tomorrow, either. The gloominess of this New York Winter reminds me I…… Continue reading New York Winter and the (de)Light of Friendship