We went for a walk.
It was all brilliant blue and sun-glare off ice here, crunchy and slippery underfoot and full of the noise the tree limbs make when they rub together.
A squirrel scolded and blue jays (and an errant gull) flitted through the sky.
And we talked of many things - of how the big cherry-picker down the next bridge works, why the stop signs don't have 'excitement marks' on them, and how on earth the air can be so crisp and clean and full of possibilities.
Tonight it will rain and snow again, and we'll take down the Christmas tree, letting the living room breathe and seem huge and echoingly empty until we get used to the space again.