Back and Forth

When I left for work this morning, I decided to wear one of my baseball hats 

to help fend off the morning drizzle as I walked to the bus stop.

It felt liberating to be free of the snug, cocoon-like fleece ski hat.

Late this afternoon I was wishing for snug; the temperature had dropped

and the edges of a late winter snow squall blew over the city.

The picture above shows other commuters who, like me, quietly

waited for their ride home, resigned to the cold breezes slapping our

faces with big, sloppy flakes of snow.

The picture below was taken at about 8:15 a.m., as a woman

crossed the intersection on her way to her office.

Her long, blond hair was probably free of a hat for the

first time since last fall.