|Commuters waiting for the train at the 125th Street station at 5:24 p.m.|
It looks like a painting, I know, with a scene that could easily belong to the 1930s or 1940s, even earlier.
It's not hard to imagine similar days in 1938 or 1948 when the recent snows had started to melt and the light increased at the end of the day.
For today, however, it was a relief to wait for the train on the platform.
In previous weeks, we had huddled away from the cold winds in sheltered spots below near the turnstiles.