It was late that evening; just before close, to be exact. I wandered throughout the city with nothing in mind. A few people had the same idea, it seemed.

The snow had finally stopped, but had no intention of leaving anytime soon. Although the city was usually still alive at that hour, it was different that night. Central Park felt empty, and far too silent for my own liking. The train stations were barren; echoing every breath I took. I remember hearing everything, yet nothing at all.

Quiet.