Cold Snap

So cold in Auld Manhattoe, can see your breath coming out in plumes of white, seats on subway that normally hold six now hold five due to puffy down coats and jackets.

After ascending the subway stairs I walk through three gallerias to 52nd Street, each one distinctive and lovely in their own way but mostly they cut the wind, jaywalk across the streams of cars separating the gallerias, then through heavy revolving doors, aah, warmth!

And I noticed that at the 57th Street subway station, by the tracks where there's always leaks and streams of water from rainy days, there were large icicles hanging down from the ceiling, rendering the place mysterious and cavelike.