★★★ Cold seeped through the window glass and blasted through the open doorway of the apartment lobby. To the south, out on Amsterdam, the sun covered the avenue with a white shine. A cab had pulled over at an angle, beside a parked silver Mercedes, and the Mercedes driver was getting jumper cables out of his trunk. On Broadway, a vendor was selling hats with animal faces on them and scarves or shawls, the lightweight kind that used to be a luxury item. Downtown, a half-foot-thick facade threw a four-foot-long shadow on the adjoining building. At night, a walk/don't walk sign had something stuck inside it, the way that seems to happen in winter, so the orange hand and the white person stayed lit up together.
Friday, December 7th, 2012