I’m often grateful that I work at home, but on days like today, particularly so. This morning I felt very bad for Nils as he buttoned his heavy overcoat, wrapped has navy cashmere scarf around his neck and donned his hand-knitted wool cap to brave the weather to head to his office.
It’s beyond freezing outside — both literally and figuratively! According to the Google weather gadget on my computer, it is -4° Celsius outside (25° Fahrenheit). And it looks like we’ll get no relief through the rest of the week: The forecast shows daytime temperatures could go as low as -9° C/16° F, night time temperatures as low as -16°/3° F.
Just before lunchtime, I took a break from sitting at my computer in my toasty warm office. We live in a corner fourth-floor apartment and have a lovely bay window with a nearly 180 degree panoramic view over the streets and across the neighboring rooftops. I occasionally take quiet moments there to seek inspiration and people watch. Today, down below, huddled close to the buildings across the street, a “creature” shuffled. The form was a moving bundle of what seemed to be several layers of old, tattered blankets. He (or she, it was impossible to tell) appeared to have enormous feet — I can only guess that they were wrapped in several layers of cloth, or, if lucky, several layers of socks. For some unknown reason (I’d never done so before), I placed the palm of my hand against the window. By pure instinct, it jerked away. The glass was so cold it burned. (more…)
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