Window at home, looking out on today’s snow storm.
Looking out the windshield, a type of window, while crossing the Tappan Zee bridge. The opposite hillside is so misty. You can barely see the vertical lines of the bare tree trunks.
Winter is the best time to look out the window.
Feeling very fond of March – the way it comes in. A month that’s tied closely with the weather. Wild and unpredictable like transitions can be.