Winter’s First Snow
In a world of one color
the sound of wind.
– Matsuo Basho, 1644 – 1694
Winter Wonderland on the Upper West Side
Plants sleep; tree branches, bare of leaves, are snow covered; garden shrubs are crystalline and frozen; landscape sparkles, a brilliant white.
There is little movement, save falling snowflakes and museum staffers plowing walkways.
The planetarium, like a child’s gingerbread house, glows, warm, bright and inviting. Inside, people look out through tall, chilled, plate glass windows, in no hurry to go home.