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| I wake to a quiet and snowy morning, grind some beans, and make myself coffee. Snow has clung to my summer window screens, making it appear that it has accumulated up to the first floor of the apartment building. After washing some dishes and taking a shower the rest of the building starts to stir. At the front of the building my landlord bickers with a kid from the block about the height of the snow and where best to measure it. They haphazardly plan the best approach to clear the length of sidewalk and barter the cost to shovel the snow.
$20 for a path, $45 to clear it all – it’s the same for every house
[image_frame url=”7388″ action=”open-lightbox” rel=”snow”]They spot a snow drift on the roof, its reaching off into the sidewalk, they compare it to Mount Everest or a Snow Sculpture of a bird. They worry if it will fall and hurt someone, admittedly it has me curious. I cannot decide if it is funny or sad, the futile effort or the lack of actual effort they have in shoveling snow so early. After a while it is quiet again, then a guitar slowly plays a rambling melody downstairs.[image_frame url=”7380″ action=”open-lightbox” image_caption=”Snow on my bedroom window” rel=”snow”][image_frame url=”7379″ action=”open-lightbox” image_caption=”Neighborhood Kid Shoveling” rel=”snow”]I decide to venture out and layer up to a snowy wonderland. The snow drift on the roof is microscopic compared to the rest of the neighborhood. The hilarity of it all, my building’s sidewalks are some of the best.
A man with a snow blower, cross-country skiing, sounds of tires spinning to nowhere; are a wintery mix of sound and white light. Like two ships in the night, my friend Mikey and I pass each other in the park , never knowing until we are both too far away to meet.[image_frame url=”7384″ action=”open-lightbox” image_caption=”Snowy track of McCarren Park” rel=”snow”][image_frame url=”7386″ action=”open-lightbox” image_caption=”McCarren Park Building 1″ rel=”snow”][image_frame url=”7387″ action=”open-lightbox” image_caption=”McCarren Park Building 2″ rel=”snow”]I arrive home, snow crystalized over my M-65 field jacket and creating a cuff on the bottom of my jeans. As I walk into my apartment the snow quickly begins to melt and I can almost hear that small crackling of ice melting on my hat. It’s time for something warm, a cozy blanket and some brainless internet entertainment. The light is pale and blue in my living room, the wind is howling, and the city appears calm, if only for today.[image_frame url=”7395″ action=”open-lightbox” image_caption=”m65 jacket snow melting” rel=”snow”][image_frame url=”7398″ action=”open-lightbox” image_caption=”the back yard snow” rel=”snow”]| Read Insta-comments -> http://bt.zamartz.com/1WDZzY7
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