Meh.

It snowed.

And then it snowed again.

I was back in familiar territory.

Other than the car that’s parked where the lawn used to be,
it looks almost the same as when I lived here.

Having grown up in suburbia, it wasn’t until I left it that I realized,
snow shoveling as day labor is a suburban phenomenon.

The snow makes the ordinary seem more interesting, more intimate in a way,
by blocking out background.

Meanwhile, underground, the stalactites are the least scary part of a Broadway station
on the G line that looks like it’s going to disintegrate.

It’s hard to get high shots in this city. The trains and bridges provide most of the free ones.

Speaking of snow, I miss Billy.