Cold enough for you?

It's been a distinctly unwinterly winter in New York this year. We've had very few cold days and more than our share of unseasonably warm ones.

Just last weekend, the high temperature in Manhattan was 72.

That may sound lovely -- and it was, in a way -- but I'm one who enjoys the change of seasons. I want some cold weather.

I even have a new (well, new to me) black suit from the 1950s I've never worn, but it is of such a thick, itchy wool that I couldn't even consider wearing it unless the temperature was in the thirties, and preferably even lower (I have a low tolerance for itchy wool). I've begun to fear the winter will pass without my having had a chance to wear the darned thing.

So it was with a sense of delight and even relief that I stepped out this morning to find a light dusting of snow taking place, as captured by my camera phone above. It was not exactly the Storm of the Century, but we'll take what we can get here in the Big Apple.