Yesterday's wet snow clung to the fences, globs of it hang between links.
I'm not sure if you're seeing a man in the photos as well. I'm not sure he's real. I think he's a figment of my imagination because I see him everywhere in Williamsburg, at all hours of the day and night. He's always in that coat, always smoking a jacket, and always wherever I am. It seems impossible, unless he's just a mirage.