Snow, snow everywhere

New York in late January/early February can only be described as c-o-l-d. Bitterly, relentlessly, mercilessly cold.

I have been known to say I'd sooner freeze than wear puffy puffy coats and beanies. I had to compromise this time: I wore the beanie (with desperate but futile effort to glam it up with a fashionable scarf), and pulled on a decidedly unglam poncho to protect my trench coat from the wind-driven snow.

Two more days and a couple of degrees colder, and I would probably eat my words and bundle up in a puffy puffy coat.