After our morning blizzard walk, the dog and I hit the streets again mid-afternoon, shortly before NYC’s travel ban went into effect.
Upper Broadway was quiet.
On 108th Street, a flock of sparrows fluttered between bare branches and the shelter of a building’s decorative shrubbery.
Many more people were now in Riverside Park to sled on the fine slopes.
And yet the park had a ghostly look.
The dog contemplated the blizzard.
And I contemplated the dog, wondering what he sees.
A well-camouflaged squirrel munched on an unidentifable object.
Dark-eyed Juncos ventured out in search of food.
Heading home, the streets were empty.
Inside our building, I discovered the dog had transformed into a yeti.
And if not a yeti, then what? I ask you. What is this creature? What?
Slowly, the dog returned to his canine form.
Fully dog again and dry, the beast slept off the transformation.