About 4 p.m. (Daylight Savings Time--God love it, though Bern hates it) I stood out on our deck for a long time looking at the sun through the trees on the snow.
And I didn't have on a hat.
I wear a hat in the winter all the time--even indoors--since we keep our house at 65 F. In the winter I'm an Episcopalian equivalent of an Orthodox Jew when it comes to headwear.
Temperature near 40 seems balmy. And the late afternoon sun on the snow, with the shadows from the trees...wondrous and lovely....
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