It happens about this time every year. (Around All Saints' Day.)
The process left the city with a nice blanket of white. Treacherous, but cute.
But the city has slowed down, almost to a crawl. One pedestrian, no vehicles on the Broadway Bridge in the afternoon. Whoa; where did all the cars go?
It's a great day for an afternoon nap, or taking photos (from inside), or reading, or cleaning off one's desk, or writing poetry. (I put a little ditty about this on my poetry blog.)
It is not a great day for walking or driving a car. Unless, of course, you want to invite some sort of misadventure.
Blessings and Bear hugs.