Last night I made a cup of tea and curled up in the chair by the window to watch the snow fall. As the flakes grew larger and more abundant, the road disappeared and the traffic dwindled down to only the occasional very slowly moving metro bus. All was peaceful, hushed.
Except for that one couple loudly shouting obscenity-laden accusations of infidelity and theft as they paced the streets of our block, seemingly without destination.
Norman Rockwell meets urban living.
Bonjour: Paris Surrounds
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