Snowy New York

The sky turns dark prematurely, but I think it has finally ceased to do so as of today. The solstice is over, so now that winter has arrived, it can only begin to slowly step away once again. It ran into town this year in a huff and a puff, blowing mounds of snow all across the city. I walked through that first snowy night, biting winds tearing through the layers upon layers I put on.

Late at night/early in the morning, I walked through a quiet Queens street watching the build up continue. As the wind kept blowing, I slanted ahead on the streets, looking now and then at the foot deep footprints on what were sidewalks in the morning. There's an awesome still in the snowstorm during the early morning, when all seems clear for the walk home. The air so chilling that your brain cannot be but functioning at full capacity to guide your way home.

I jumped the four steps down to the front door and fell on my knee, the snow drift that accumulated cradling and coddling my fall. I waved my magic wand and the door unlocked for me, freeing me from the open winter snowstorm.

The first snow of the season, and I was lucky enough to take it all in. Like all things, I'm glad to have had the experience and try to not think too much about what it means.