Monday, 19 December 2016
The winds came home, from all the 8 directions, reuniting with their brothers for the holidays. In pomp and merriment, they whistled together creating a gale of dangerously low wind chills across the grid city.
Then one of them suggested they pitch their favorite white tent in their backyard. So they blew fiercely over the strongest trees, to find potential stakes that could withstand their gusto and enthusiasm.
And then went looking for that great grand cover. It had been carefully stowed away, that thick white blanket of pristine clean pillowy-ness.
They picked it up from the corners to unfurl it gently, and sprawled in different directions to spread it out evenly across the floor.
A million feathery-white flakes fell rapidly from the skies, enveloping all of New York in a warm embrace.
And yet no one realized that in the midst of the cold, nature was trying so hard to be inclusive.