This post has been reposted with the permission of the writer, Eileen Schneidman

As I walked across town to the High Line on a recent January afternoon, I wished I had worn a hat. What felt like a mild 38 degrees in Midtown now was a significantly colder city – and windier – the closer I got to the Hudson River. After ascending the 30th Street stairway, buffered by buildings and thirty feet above street level, I was comforted by the hush of the High Line.