New York...in your face.

Falling snow matches the strides of thousands of runners working their way around Central Park. Today, there would be no sound as their feet touch the pavement, buffered by the white snow. Despite the mass of people passing by, you can only hear your own thoughts. Something catches my attention. Clearer than day and nowhere to be found, I hear someone whistle Let It Snow Let It Snow Let It Snow.  The sound is crystal clear and melodically simple. It spreads and now I hear the runners whistling the same tune. I smile as I move along with no particular plan other than to meander through Central Park on this beautiful morning.  As I exit to 59th street. I find myself whistling the same tune.  New York City connects people despite their aversion to do so.  While everyone here sets their own path, the people are interconnected in more ways than they can imagine.  They share the landscape, the sounds, the smells, and the heritage that the city infuses. Today would be a day of treacherous navigation in the Big Apple.  Three inch deep puddles would require one to step far off the curb to navigate the city block.  I would travel from Central Park to Battery Park wrapped up like a bear as I tried to stay warm. I never visit with much shopping in mind, rather the people are what I am drawn to here.  From the gregarious Greek man who hands you your black and white cookie to the homeless man that invariable makes eye contact as you pass bye, there is little you can do to escape the characters you meet. New York likes to get in your face; and for someone that holds a camera most of the time, that’s just fine with me.