It be cold... again.

Second winters, second bikes and, second chances. How much their value depreciates! I remember last year's winter - my first in America. My first white Christmas. How much I marveled at the snowflakes, the softness of the fallen snow. Trees laden, heavy and white. Grey skies turning navy at five o' clock. Watching people slip on ice and laughing out loud. Slipping on ice. Laughing, again. Wearing that extra sweater lest I should catch a cold. Sipping on ginger tea while staring out of the window into the blue...or grey? Listening to Madeleine Peyroux singing "Don't cry baby" and watching Woody Allen movies. Discovering my love for jazz and noir. Learning to appreciate the value of solitude. Wanting solitude.

There's so much to do this winter :)