It’s snowing. It’s snowing endless powder, maybe a foot by the end of the day. It’s windy, so huge puffs of snow are continuously peeling off of every roof and careening across the street. Every streetlight reveals waves of snow.
The christmas-tree lights strung all through the city that looked so silly last week look beautiful today, reflected in the snow. The streets are white, and (unlike the gridlock when this happened last year) mostly empty.
There’s nothing like a city under snow.