winterstorm hercules and the expected 10 inches of snowfall looming in the forefront of people’s minds. the trains are full and everyone looks a mixture of gloom and uncertainty.
i remain unworried and unfettered.
when i exit the station on the brooklyn side, i see the light coming out from the small tailor’s shop and just beeline towards it. a single man is cobbling a pair of shoes, and passersby quickly shuffle along the sidewalk.
looking up and into the night, sugary crystals float on invisible winds, swirling and lilting while the elation in my chest expands.