Today brought with it a very unwelcome snowstorm. Not only is it too close to the hurricane, but it's also too early for the trees, many of which still have their leaves. In short, I was not exactly thrilled walking to the subway station. I tried to enjoy the squalor and distortion. There were moments when I succeeded, perhaps, or fractions of moments. I wondered if the weather in New York City is secretly operated by the cabal of angry white men who lost the election.
I carefully avoided some oceanic puddles and again felt like it was too early in the season for this weather.
I wish this story had a happy ending, but uptown was even worse.