Snowed New York. Sunny New York. Shady New York.
It’s a little different this time, to look at New York, or to say, to look at anywhere. She has someone in her heart, so that puts a pair of glasses on her now. Seeing everywhere with an eye through these lenses, imaging life together, here and there, when she wanders around alone.
And the numbness on her cheeks and her fingers goes away. She doesn’t feel cold anymore.
SLOW IT DOWN 