It’s after midnight on Friday night. As I look out the window, it is that harsh winter landscape. The flat road is slippery, although the snow plow sanitation trucks are coming through regularly to keep the street flat. The wind has been blustery and whipping, which makes it even colder and wilder. It is a dry, light snow, so the tree branches are not weighted down, but it stings when it hits your eyes. The lightness also means that where there are wires – not in the City – the branches won’t break and fall on them. I am off to bed. We’ll see what the morning brings. My neighbors and I have already met and begun the dig in process, sitting by the fire in one of the apartments where the fireplace has been repaired.