I took this photo from my window, in the wee hours of the morning, as I was waiting for the promised huge snowfall. (I kept telling myself that I'd go to bed as soon as I couldn't see out the window.) This picture ended up reminding me of the city, as I knew it, when I was a little girl. I grew up on Amsterdam Avenue and it was noisy - constant traffic, a fire house nearby, and the other creepier nighttime sounds of the city that New York was in the '70s. But when it snowed it all went quiet, and I could look out on a street that looked a lot like this picture. Now my, once quiet, Brooklyn neighborhood has become a noisy one and I am so grateful to the snow for quieting it all down. Even if only those of us up too late, too excited about the snow to go to sleep, witnessed it.