A cold breeze passes through the bustling city.

The aroma of hot chocolate, espressos, pastries, and croissants from nearby bakeries filled the atmosphere and grew stronger.

It was yet again the chilliest time of the year, the arctic blast was merciless, and two to three layers of clothing would only do so much.

Many loathed going to work or to school in such harsh conditions but found solace in spending time ice skating with friends or baking whatever sweet treats their hearts desired.

The holiday season would bring dozens of people and tourists to the city for a visit to Times Square on New Year’s Eve.

Some watched the ball drop from inside their homes through the T.V. while others stood behind gray, metal gates on the packed streets of Times Square to physically see the ball drop for the first time, before their eyes.

Christmas trees were coming down as Valentines Day decorations would be going up and stores would be filled with red, pink, and white.

Still, many wished for summer and more sunshine to melt the icy snow and combat howling winds.