Snow Way

Dear lady with the tiny parcel of velour ears and Milk Dud nose and marble eyes and chenille paws, bundled in a little jacket-sweater cradled in your right arm, pressed against your chest, and a small bunch of bright yellow flowers clutched in your left hand, sloshing along the snowy West 73rd Street sidewalk past the incredible Ansonia building as endless marshmallows drift from the sky in silent slow motion, cars masquerade as gigantic cupcakes piled high with frosting, and people laugh as they navigate the Great Lakes created at intersections:
How can you possibly be scowling?
Most sincerely,