First Snow in Greenpoint

Behind the Painting

The first snow of the year.

I took a walk through white-capped Greenpoint, stopped at Peter Pan for a sugar raise donut, then poured a cold coffee from my fridge and sat in my desk chair to paint the street below.

Birds circled overhead. Neighbors armed with shovels stopped to talk and catch their breath. Intermittent gusts blew snow off railings and branches.

At noon, a construction crew next door gathered around a van parked nearby. "Comida!" "Lunchie, lunchie!" They left with paper bags and laughter.

I opened the window to feel the cold breeze, snapped a few photos, then returned to the inside world.