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Cold happiness

It's another day in NYC, COLD, as many people who came originally from the other side of the hemisphere have never felt back home (like me). Everyone shares this temperature below freezing. I wish we could get used to the cold . It doesn't really matter much whether or not you just arrived in NYC or lived here all your life, the feeling don't discriminate: it's Cold. I meant brutal; the kind where you don't want any part of your body exposed, where liquid are no longer liquid outside, where it burns after long exposure where your toes or fingers cold block your flow of thoughts, where you are never going to think about having a tan, barbecue or sun bath. You can tell everyone gained weight with all the extra clothes but still walking like you are climbing Mount Everest.

With all of this, there’s still a bright light through NYers face. Not the one of this "non heating sun", but the pleasure of knowing who you are, what you represent and most of all where you are: NYC. Years have passed, winters or summers will come harsh, never really to please but extreme; it doesn't matter how hard they are a NYer never back down. All survival techniques are put in place to brave the weather as it is the least of the equation (being common), on how to make it. The happiness of people is unbeatable by a seasonal factor. So instead of having life stopped because it's Sunday morning and it's cold, residents go to church, to the grocery get newspaper, shopping, visit a friend, jogging, walk the Brooklyn bridge, museum, and of course as always to Work in the Cold happiness of a regular winter day in NYC

Diallo