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BUSHWICK — On Friday night, the storm that hit Brooklyn from the west kicked up the powdery substance that gathered next to the curb at the intersection of Wilson and Flushing avenues in Bushwick; a mixture of dirt, salt and freshly-planted snow swirled in the street and slapped people in the face.
The glass towers of Long Island City, suspended in the distance and viewable via the urban canyon that runs north from the intersection of Flushing and Wilson, were surrounded by low hanging clouds. The lights on top of these glass towers hung faintly in the distance and looked smudged by the storm, yet they stayed illuminated in the night.
The air was so frigid that to breathe comfortably one had to put their tongue at the back of their throat, like Russian-speakers, to preserve warmth within their bodies. A woman wearing a puffy tan coat, a large hat and a balaclava scurried around the corner of Tina’s Restaurant in an odd and urgent fashion, like she was running and hopping at the same time.