New York City, November 30, 2015

★★★ The blurry clouds overhead and the shriveled leaves in the street were both blowing from east to west. People had their hands jammed in their pockets. A full, long exhalation could conjure, at the very end a little wisp of visible fog. On the way out of the warmth of the bakery, it was only polite and decent to stand aside and let every person enter before claiming the right of way back into the cold. All though the afternoon, the temperature in the office sank. Out in the twilight, with no reservoirs of bodily warmth stored up, the teeth began chattering.