Picture post card it is; desirable it is not. Picture thirty-eight teenage girls stranded in a New York hotel, forced to remain inside by a blizzard and you may be coming close to the madness around me now. Who could fail to feel the desperation of girls a mere twenty minute walk from Macys, trapped instead in their rooms or an increasingly soggy lobby.

It is, though, beautiful. Snow doesn't drift in gracefully here, it is shaken forcebly from sacks just above our heads, coating everything in sight. Time continues to tick by and snow continues to fall.