Greenpoint Snow

It snowed on Tuesday; I watched it fall continuously all day from my desk at work and then walked home from the Subway with muted steps. It's been written about thousands of times before, but fresh snow is one of the most poetic things I can think of. There's this strange silence that envelopes the entire neighborhood. I remember, swaddled in a snowsuit as a kid, parking myself in a snow bank and listening to the aches and breaths of the trees as the flakes piled up. So peaceful and strange.

No comments: