New York City, January 7, 2015

★★★ The just-waning moon was bright and low in the morning. The snow held on to the surfaces it had secured the day before, unhampered by its thinness. A blinding light came poking into corner of the couch from some high angle. Clean-edged white clouds on blue gradually turned fuzzy and diffuse. The wind played its slow irregular tune on the building; a clear-the-balconies warning, for people with balconies, was posted by the elevator. The big down coat, unzipped, bounced lightly after weeks of the less warm but heavier wool one. Somehow, the cold felt more severe down in the shelter of the subway station. On the train, though, the scarf had to come off. The clouds sharpened up again; new flakes danced in the sun under a blue afternoon sky.