Some patches of snow refuse to melt. In dark corners of the ghetto, near shadowed walls of tall apartment complexes, where rays of sunshine rarely light the earth golden, remnants of the Alberta Clipper that crossed Kings County last Friday remain.
It’s like entering air- conditioned Macy’s in August, when I pass these unmelted, snow- infested January fronts.
As temperatures soar above freezing for the first time in weeks, and New Yorkers walk with coats unbuttoned and scarves loosened, it is impossible not to catch a chill from dark patches of January that retain the bitterness of economic meltdown all over.
Sidewalks are clear and stores are empty– makes for a brisk walk.