Last Friday it was miserable as I walked through the snow on my way to the bar. But there was something beautiful among all the disaster and mess. Almost every street corner had become a little pond of slush. It was too deep to walk through and everyone was doing Cartier-Bressons, leaping up and jumping over the slushy detour. Every way I looked someone was jumping, leaping, avoiding the weather’s messy creation, it was quite amusing really, and soon I too found myself springing up, legs spread and landing on the other side.