There was a sense of magic in the air as a fleeting snowstorm endlessly raged throughout the city while most New Yorkers stayed home. Without a soul in sight, the ground became an undisturbed blanket of white, powdery snow. Usually dried and leafless around this time, the trees calmly stood adorned in frost, giving an eerie, magical feeling. As far as I could see, everything was lost in the storm's presence. It was then when I saw you, seemingly appearing out of thin air, just you and your puppy walking serenely in the snow, unbothered by the winds and untouched by the cold. For you, I could tell this moment was special; a rare opportunity to have the park for yourself, to enjoy the music of the wind and the silence of the day. It was just us.