New York City, it’s said, never sleeps.
Yet, last night’s blustery blizzard, gave it a sudden chill that’s put it to a slumber. Snow-capped sidewalks, frozen into silence, stare back with a vacant, gauzy look. The hum of scurrying pedestrians that drives the very heartbeat of the Big Apple is dimmed.
I can’t help, but feel a stab of melancholy at the sight of deserted roads, shuttered shops, and roads thickly carpeted by snowflakes that wrap themselves evenly around the chassis of street-parked cars, turning them into fluffy, white balls.
Oh, let the sun shine, hot and bright.