She crept toward me over the expanse of flats, arms and legs shifting over the snow in a steady gait. I shifted on my skis and planted one pole in the ground so I could grab my phone for a photo. I knew my mom would want a photo of herself skiing here.
The front window at Sockerbit in New York City's West Village looks like a surrealist vision of Santa's workshop. The Scandinavian candy store's striking display is populated by snow-white mushrooms and a herd of bearded gnomes.