By Jenny Swift Copyright ©2026 New York, when the snow fell, was like a postcard. An extremely beautiful postcard that would remain in my memory forever. I saw that image in person while waiting for my date on New Year's Eve. I checked my watch several times: he was late. I couldn't help wondering if he had stood me up. Times Square was bustling with happy people at that hour. I wandered around the area, trying not to feel rejected. People didn't notice me. I decided to leave