new snow, new york

our streets are always busy. pedestrians. buses. cabs. bikes.

even on sunday mornings.

however, this sunday morning, i woke up and walked over to the store before the newly snowed city had been attacked by snow plows.

new snow in new york is always remarkable. it's quiet. it's clean. the avenues are bare. the city seems abandoned.

dogs' noses are snowcapped.

snowbooted and scarved passersby cheer on the one cab that is on the street, spinning its wheels, and getting a push from local firemen and good samaritans.

the windows of coffee shops are fogged up from warm drinks and packed tables.

common paths are marked by packed snow.

apparently my path this morning was not so common . . . i found myself stuck. in a snowdrift. on a particularly lonely back street.

and all i could do was laugh.

sometimes it is better to take the path most traveled.