It’s like some sort of ritual around here. Snow falls, people go out to Prospect Park. Middle of a blizzard and parents take their kids sledding. Others go cross country skiing or walk their dogs (as far as I could tell, the dogs love it). And others (me) go for walks and take pictures. To be fair, it’s not that cold, even with the wind factored in (it was something like -8C, -19C with wind; been in the USA for 12 years and still can’t compute F so don’t ask).