There’s something peaceful about walking at night. And even more so when the streets are emptied and void of pedestrians, except for the other occasional loner or couple.
It didn’t seem like the free M23 was running no longer, or at least on schedule. I opted to take a path that I had so often walked, but this time in the dark. Stoplights were replaced by police officers clad in reflective vests, motioning when to stop and go. Con Edison trucks lined certain parts of the street, with workers attempting to rectify the damage done.
Only silence exists between myself and the running of motor engines. It’s not completely dark outside – the sky reveals a sort of dark navy blue with clouds slowly crossing by. Turning to face north, it becomes clear that the city isn’t as much of a dead zone as it has been made out to be. Lit buildings shine on ahead, indicating that the party is still on for some, whereas here, there isn’t the slightest peep.
But as quiet as it was on this walk across several avenues, it suddenly becomes just as packed when an M15 bus unloads its passengers at Second Avenue. And then it is as though we are all headed for the same destination, hurriedly jostling one another at ten in the evening to clamber through the blocks as we make our way southbound.
I finally happen on 18th Street and it finally pitch black. A pair of headlights blink ahead, quickly dimming and shut off as the engine switches off for the night.
The day after, though, speaks to a different tone. It is as if all of the past week’s events haven’t happened, barring the limited subway service. Busses run crosstown rather smoothly, though the uptown busses are jampacked before 23rd street. This forty block walk, though, is refreshing with its brisk air and sunlight, and of course, coffee in tow from the many food carts that decorate the curbs.