cold note
I am really enjoying these last cold days in March. I will be sorry to see them go. A week ago Monday, snowing madly on my trip home from Jackson Heights. Cars piling up on the Hutch trying to climb a little rise, slipping, sliding, stalling. Deep breathing. I got off the Parkway when I saw another backup ahead of me, just past the Pelham exit. Drove down Lincoln Avenue through a beautiful, white, almost deserted Pelham. Hooded pedestrians. Big loops on the rotary and then the cloverleaf. Tires crunching. White and empty. Perfect.