

It was a night like any other, New York City in evening street lights. A slight snowfall landing on bunched up woolen overcoats, and streets shiny slick with the first winter snowfall. New Yorkers pay no mind as they traverse slippery sidewalks to reach their destinations. Traffic is slow and minimized for the regular Friday night crowds, everyone thinking the weather too chilled for a fun night out. Restaurants emptied out early because the news reports predicted a storm, but the regulars living downtown do not let that bother them. It was Friday night and that day has significant meanings.
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24 October 2025
Being a native New Yorker, Cheryl, I loved this. Your line ‘the regular Friday night crowds‘, reminded me of Billy Joel’s very popular ‘Piano Man’.
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Nice atmospheric piece, Cheryl.
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Thank you
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You’re welcome.
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