We had a spectacular blizzard on Boxing Day. We watched the snow blowing across our windows with increasing ferocity as the day went on. In the morning, we woke up to a silent city buried under a blanket of snow. By midday, the whole neighborhood was outside shoveling snow. For almost the entire day, the streets were blissfully free of cars and filled with people instead. I love these unexpected moments where the routine is suspended, and we are suddenly free and life takes on another flavor.