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1.9.18. The wonderful thing about snow in cities is the silence that follows fresh powder. I remember sitting in my college dorm room after a 10in January snowfall and hearing the muffled cotton-ball quiet of the city hiding under its new blanket. Here is my favorite street in New York, the tiny bend in the two block long Commerce Street. It looks like a movie set and inexplicably feels the need to host an overabundance of traffic signage.