If I was a photographer, this post would be filled with images of snow-covered city at dawn. The light was all pink and blue, and every branch of every tree outlined with wide bands of snow. But instead I had to think about my feet, my knee (cranky ever since I landed on it in October), and the ice underfoot. Noble is the dog, that walks patiently behind its teetering owner.
Then I come home and drift through blogs, and I feel REALLY old. What's with the youngling fascination with aprons and 60's china? I keep seeing stuff I threw out idolized and sitting in a place of honor. O well. Everything old is new again, I suppose. Except my knee!