Today was one of those days that reminds you why winter can be so much fun in NYC. (It's been pretty brutal otherwise the past month or so.) We had our first real snowfall a few days ago, and this morning I took our three-year-old out for a sledding expedition in Prospect Park. The best sledding is on the west side of the Meadow, near the dog beach and ballfields, though today we were pretty much sledding all the way from our house and back. The snow had a consistency that I'd never seen before in Brooklyn: we'd had a warmish snowfall, followed by a few days of frigid weather, with a bit of a thaw today. The result was snow that you could walk (or slide) across without cracking the surface, but at the same time it wasn't slippery underfoot. So there was zero friction for riding (or pulling) the sled, but you didn't feel like you were walking on an ice rink. We ended up at one point lying on the snow, looking up at the sky and talking about the food chain and how the sun indirectly supplies energy for our bodies. It was pretty idyllic all around. Then back home for a lunch of soup and warm bread with the rest of the family. You can't beat that.