9am Thursday, 57th st. & 8th ave. NYC
A single red stoplight
At this intersection just below the stoplight was one of those orange chimney-like cones they place over a manhole to vent steam from below the street. The steam was rising and zigzagging in front of the red light, while the light fixture itself wavered slightly in the breeze. It was a stark cold moment that emphasized what can be a cold unfeeling city at times. The light felt lonely only to seemingly wish to be warmed by the steam rising in front of it but never touching.