Copper hills and snow

And brrr to you Manhattan and your crisp cold morning.  After three years of listing in my mind the vast differences between Utah winters and Manhattan winters I was happy to stumble upon a lovely similarity this morning.  As I usually do, I looked out of the SI Ferry on my way across the bay and saw the snow capped pyramids of the tops of three apartment buildings in downtown and recalled how, in their own way, they were the concrete jungle equivalent of the snow capped Rocky Mountains.  Their copper angles turning white with the snow fall, just as the valley's golden fall ranges turn to overnight to their own more powdery version on the white stuff called snow.  This may have been a reach that my mind made in an effort to make our place here in NY a little more like home.  But nevertheless I was able to appreciate a little more of the NY winter that I so utterly find so grey, wet, and depressing.