whiteout

I bundle up.

Long shearling coat. Scarf. Gloves. Hat (after photo).






The streets are empty. Visibility poor.





I leave my house at 8:30, to be at work by 9:30.

I wait 30 minutes for a bus that never comes. I'm too cold to wait longer.

I come home feeling bad. I live in Manhattan. I should be able to get in.

So I warm up and try again.

I navigate my way to Lexington, three and a half long blocks away.  

The sidewalks are a mess. Walking is difficult.

I wait an hour this time. I'm determined to get in.

And just when I'm about to give up, a lonely bus comes crawling down Lexington.

I arrive at Saks at 10:30.

A few people have actually come out to shop.  Mostly people visiting New York.

There are only three of us in Vince, down from the usual 11.  It's actually sort of nice.

I make a few sales. Then the announcement comes.

The store is closing at one.

I venture outside. 

The storm has gotten worse.

Busses have stopped running by order of the mayor.

The subway nearest my house is shut down.

I see a cab. One cab in a  sea of blowing winds and total whiteout.

A man gets in. I knock on the window and ask if we can split the cab. He agrees.

I am home by 1:45.

Still, I love the snow. Beautiful until tomorrow.