by strangedayonplanetearth

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journal 1.21.14

Snow, snow, thick sound-muffling snow, and all of us united in the battle for sure footing and dry socks.

I called 311 about a malfunctioning traffic light causing chaos on Knickerbocker Avenue and later, with a dead phone, convinced a business owner to call an ambulance for the man collapsed outside his door in a heap.  As snow gently covered him, pedestrians kept filing past like he was another piece of the sidewalk.

At home, boiled water and grated ginger for tea as my coat dried.  And considered what a fortunate creature I am, to return to hot radiators.