February has always felt like the sleepiest of months. There’s no rush to tie up loose ends or start anything new. Everywhere are signs of time’s having slowed: in holiday decorations yet to be boxed up; in cars, snow-entombed for weeks, yet to be shoveled out. A florist’s window arrangement — the emergence of red, pink, and white flowers — is one form of proof that days are going by, and a sudden, unanticipated step, ankle-deep, in a pooling lagoon of street-corner slush offers irrefutable evidence that snow and ice do melt.
On Monday, in freezing temperatures, firefighters continued to douse a CitiStorage facility near the Williamsburg waterfront that had caught fire the previous Saturday.