It snowed

It was time to turn things around. The weather, had plans of its own. It snowed like a surprise. Slush accumulated.

At the Penn station, some of the musicians were quite brilliant. especially a guitarist sitting on a corner with bloodshot eyes, his music echoing through the corridor. The north line passing through Huntington, right up to Stony Brook is most charming. Despite the grey weather.

Umbrellas turned upside down in the gale, but we reached indoors fairly dry. A variety of interesting company for dinner, some good food and sufficient wine. When we hit the bed, it was the next day already.