The neighbours' stairs (same house where the raccoon lives...wonder where he is?).
Trees like dancers in the snow.
New York was cold. Windchill of 12'F/-11'C. My hands hurt and my candy-striped umbrella blew inside-out.
Long walk, the latter part with stinging snow blown into awkward places between the scarf and the nose.
Now, scent of allspice, spinach and lamb melting together in a bredie; cat asleep, fridge humming; daffodils yellow on the table.