winter: at my great grandmother's house, brooklyn, some december, in the 70's
december is my birth month. it collides with christmas in a way that most people forget, and that is fine. as a kid, candles were blown out at a grandparent's house on new year's day. it was cold, and the sidewalk smelled frozen, and the night smelled dark blue and ashy like Brooklyn does sometimes at night. later in life i spent my birthday "day" alone, at the Met, and then with the polar bears at the central park zoo. i would get a coffee, walk south to the boat pond and watch the kids sail their little wooden yachts. in the evening, i would meet up with friends on the lower east side, for something low key, usually a show. i liked it that way. i still do.