Outside it snows. Beyond the fire escape wizzing past the streetlight like a drunken group of teenage nebulae...snowflakes. The black and the white of it. Inside I've stretched a large canvas. Life is just too damned weird without a painting going on.
One of my favorite memories was walking around downtown Manhattan one winter evening in the snow. I love that city--my mom was born there--but I've visited it only rarely. But that one night stands out. Snow falling, the streets covered in snow. No traffic. Walking from block to block with a friend while we toured the seemingly deserted downtown which seemed so quiet and beautiful.
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One of my favorite memories was walking around downtown Manhattan one winter evening in the snow. I love that city--my mom was born there--but I've visited it only rarely. But that one night stands out. Snow falling, the streets covered in snow. No traffic. Walking from block to block with a friend while we toured the seemingly deserted downtown which seemed so quiet and beautiful.
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