The Northeast corridor is swathed in snowstorms and it’s good enough to be the News all morning, apparently. Brooklyn is blanketed in white, but it doesn’t look like the sort that’s going to last very long (see above).
The sounds of snowplows could be heard overnight and in the early hours. A scraping, and immense rattling booms as they traverse the hollow streets, sounding for all the world like tanks or great metal-wheeled behemoths; they seem out of touch, however reassuring, in an age of small, wireless and portable everything.
So begins the month, and so begins this week. The weather says, Slow down– don’t get excited yet. There’s more winter for you, so keep those long johns at hand.