Grand Army Plaza

It's like I'm touring the City's public libraries. Today I went to the one at Grand Army Plaza in Brooklyn. When I stepped out of the subway stairway, the wind was so cold and strong that it left me gasping for breath for a few seconds, like a fucking fish on the bank.

The same thing happened as I left the library at nine o'clock. Because of the cold wind, I just stood in front of the impressive dark and golden entry, trying to breath.