I leave my wool scarf at home and use my lighter coat. Under my workstation gray flats cover my feet. When the weather relents, I take advantage.
Closing time. The sun hasn’t set yet. I collect my things and lock up. My cane helps me find the steps. I exit the cold, old building into the late afternoon sunlight.
Heavy traffic keeps me on the curb until the signal changes. I make my way to the bus stop, hearing music escape from lowered windows. Reflexively I smile.
These respites like water breaks can carry us through the efforts of the cold season to springtime. Winter will return, but for now I enjoy the brief warm spell. My bus approaches and I prepare to board.
Adventures in Low Vision 
Lovely Susan! I could picture you every step of the way, hear the music, and feel the sun!
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Thanks, Kathy!
It can feel like a holiday when the temperature hits 40 degrees on some days. Spring will be here before we know it.
I remember those days of respite from the harshness of winter. As you are leaving and going to the bus stop, I can see your coat and shoes and picture your journey on the sidewalk. Lovin’ it.