My alarm went off at 3.30am, I turned and peered out of the window to see that the world was covered in a layer of white. A while later, when standing waiting for my cab to pull up, I had an overwhelming sense of longing. The snow falling around me, the haunting silence of a Brooklyn street. No footprints, no tire tracks – no sign of anyone. The past was covered in a layer of cold perfection – erased for a moment.