Behind the cluster of skyscrapers and the bustling square, a small frozen pond gleams under the light of New York. The ice is flawlessly smooth, with just the smallest hint of scratches and flakes from skates, preserving the illusion of a moment freshly paused. Encircling the pond are tall, snow laid street lights and pines, their dark green needles providing a contrast to the white blanket of snow that covers them. The trees stand as street lights gently light up the ice, framing the pond like a picture. Beyond the city building lights are on as small yellow taxis or frozen in time midway to their destination. On the ice, tiny figures gracefully dance on the ice, each pose almost bringing life. A young lady, arms outstretched, balances precisely on a pair of skates too big for her feet, her expression a mixture of joy and excitement. Nearby, a man in a flowing green coat twirls elegantly, the hem of his coat and his long scarf captured in a time like a framed picture. Two girl best friends holding hands as they skate in the square, their bodies leaning slightly toward one another in a gesture of friendship and shared joy. Surrounding the pond, snowbanks raised into gentle slopes, marked with faint footprints of those who came to watch the skaters. An old wooden bench sits at the edge, its surface cushioned with snow, and a pair of mittens rests forgotten on one arm of the birch wood bench. This still ice winter contrasts with the bustling square, offering a stage, drawing in the eyes into the middle of the snow globe’s world.