It’s been four years since we’ve had anything like the snowstorm that rolled through last week. Something like 8 inches of snow in one night. I know I’ve whined a lot about winter lately, but it’s hard not to get caught up in the excitement of a coming storm, especially since it’s been so long since we’ve had that much snow in a single day.
The heart of the storms always seem to come in the middle of the night when most of the city is sound asleep. That is my favorite part. When all the cars have given up for the night and the plows have yet to do their work. The streets and sidewalks disappear under a white plain, and for a little while the city is silent. Around 3 a.m., I spied this lonely walker making his way through the snow in the middle of the road, an eerie and otherworldly sight on what is normally a busy street.