The sky is so much brighter when there's snow across the ground.
Out in the street, the garbage trucks are grumbling from driveway to driveway, grim flat-nosed workaday goblins. Pragmatic and unsentimental. I wonder what they make of the fairy lights that drape every house on my block.
I think I need to throw on a sweater and take the dog for a walk before the sun comes up.
This is where I live.