Back in the NYC

There's nothing quite like a winters day in the Big City.

Scarfs and steaming cups of something or other... pigeons huddled together for warmth.

If it's cold enough smells linger longer than they should, giving their aromatic contours a "bad a$$" or "die hard" facade... seeming to travel over vast distances and dissipate far slower than any normal stench.

Not to be undone, certain sounds, also transformed by the mind-numbing power of cold, will become amplified tremendously and travel even farther than the aforementioned 'super-smells'.
As cold as it has been, and coming from the ice-crunch terrain of upstate NY, its pleasant to hear the scrap of shoe of concrete again -- even if amplified. Take it from someone who knows, sneaking over an ice-encrusted hill at 4 in the morning when everyone else is asleep is quite hard... not to mention sketchy. Lets just say you can't move until the wind picks up a bit. Unpleasant for the ears and other potential unprotected extremities/phalanges, but extremely good for covering up the dreaded foot-through-ice CRUNCH.