The city is covered with soft newly fallen snow that, as predicted, doesn’t seem to want to stop falling;
suddenly the entire landscape appears to be emptied, silenced, padded by that surreal silence.
The footfalls of those few who venture out into the streets that freezing night reverberate among the buildings dirtied with white, squeaking under soles of heavy shoes or sodden sneakers.
An incredibly deserted Spring Street hosts only a few places that still have their signs on and, inside, a festive atmosphere…
(December 2019 – Waiting to meet Laura…)
Translation: Starleen K. Meyer
photo: “New York City Blizzard of 2015”
Anthony Quintano (flickr.com)