“Deep winter, yellow sky
last night when I went to bed and yellow sky when I woke up. All the streets
and skies and buses and people merge into a gelatinous muddy mess. I am
depressed by the inability to walk freely—the sky comes down on me from morning
on.” —American literary critic and memoirist Alfred Kazin (1915-1998), A Lifetime Burning in Every Moment: From the Journals of Alfred Kazin
(1996)
After this week’s
blizzard, the roads and side streets are clear by now, but many street
crossings are still a mess. You have to step gingerly lest you step into the
squishy remnants of the storm. Don’t even think about walking out at night; you
can’t discount the dangers of refreezing.
As they used to say on Hill Street Blues: let’s
be careful out there.
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