On my way to work, walking crosstown and taking a shortcut through the Terminal.
Normally absolutely packed at this time on a working day, it was almost empty. New Yorkers were being asked to avoid public transport and, those who could, were abiding by the guidelines.
Only the previous day, on March 11th, WHO had finally declared the outbreak a pandemic.
Infection numbers were on the rise, and new guidelines were issued daily: events with more than 500 people had to be cancelled or postponed.
Broadway went dark.
The City felt numb.
New York City
March 12th, 2020
The Humble Fabulist 