Frozen Yogurt on a Frozen Evening
Oh! City of wonders: There in the window of Pinkberry's late this Sunday evening sits a trio of friends, and they're wolfing down the frozen yogurt.
Maybe they're like takers of homeopathic medicines, irritating their bowels with cold yogurt to gird themselves for the even-colder outdoors. But what strikes me as I tack back and forth in the fierce wind, is how happy Edward Hopper would have been painting this bleak winter apparition.