Freezing wind poured in through the gap between collar and my neck. Everything is frozen, including thoughts. The sky revealed an unusual flanel blue color, mysterously shined upon me. it was six o'clock when I was on the street of queens. It gave me a feeling that as if I were in an arctic village. Bad weather always contribute a bad temper upon everybody; and in a cold day like this, it spreaded apathy among people. I hope they can somehow look at the flannel blue, to draw their thoughts out of the street of queens.