Anyway, light snow. I watched it lackadaisically swirling this morning, before the wind picked up, and thought "Snow like this is like rain that's trying to hug you." It was being gentle, in other words. (It'd be a cold hug, I know, but I never said snow would be good at hugging. Anyway, again.)
Because it amused me to do so, I broke out my big coat, the red one. How big? When I got it in 1992, I used it as a sleeping bag. Long and padded, is what it is. I walked a decent, not huge, number of blocks in the snow, as the wind picked up -- we've had strong winds the last few days. In between walks I drank coffee and ate snacks at the neighborhood coffee shop, watching people in a good mood and reading The Complete Western Stories of Elmore Leonard. And being glad I'd finished errands yesterday, so I could stay at, or close to, home today.
Things here are calm.