The Nothing They Contribute

When weather slows the northeastern seaboard to a halt and writers and editors and politicians and activists and lobbyists cannot find time for their computers because their hands are too busy with a snow shovel, it’s pleasant to contemplate life without the endless rabble rabbling.

It is blessed peace.

The Sheep Meadow, looking south towards Midtown.

Oinonio, Flickr: Central Park, March, 2017

How wonderful it is to venture into Twitter and see the quiet. It’s like a city hushed with heavy snow. Serene. It’s a shame it doesn’t happen more often.

This post originally appeared on American Spectator

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