Monday, February 16, 2015

The Night That Brought The Cold

The evening of Sunday, February 8th, 2015:
"As I stood on a rooftop, I watched it happen. The skies morphed from black to grey, the winds danced within my handfuls of hair, and any brave fragment of skin that dared to reveal itself turned cold in an instant.

We had witnessed an incredible heat wave that afternoon, with temperatures nearing forty-five degrees Fahrenheit. Part of me can even still vaguely remember what the sunshine looked like.

The clouds tumbled in, smothering every last piece of warmth. 
Skyscrapers became snuffed like meaningless candle wicks.
Citizens stained grey. Their stone-shaded skin to now match century-old sculptures.
 Color was lost.
Sound was shaken, trembling in Winter's heavy breath.
Touch became inanimate.

The Cold was here. The Cold was here to stay.
For two weeks straight, the temperature hovered near zero. The sun's rays, merely mirages, contrasted against the dull city sidewalks. Darkness smothered the neighborhood whole.
This is what I witnessed that night..."

- Jason Unoriginal


  1. You captured some amazing photos. I actually prefer cold over heat; the more layers available, the better.

    Vegetarian Courtesy

    1. Thank you so much, Adi! And I couldn't agree more. You can always bundle up, but there are only so many layers you can take off in the summer.