The streetlights are dim, believe me. But the snow reflects them so well that the city glows tonight.
Micha came home today with cold feet and soaking shoes.
"Did you survive?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, with his bag in one hand, umbrella on the other, and relieved to be warm inside again. "Streets are so unwalkable."
"And you need winter boots," I said.
We had early dinner, then hot chocolate later, and talked about our day. And now, I'm back to painting. A preview is already up on my art blog.