The winter descended upon the city in one large swoop, in three frigid days.  Like a swarm of dirty pidgeons.  The buildings withdrew into the fog. The city collapsed in on itself.  

At the beginning, the streets seemed to welcome the first snow. But the immovable asphalt raged against the apparent freedom of the flakes and upon contact, turned them into slush.  The new winter boots of the city ladies - bought this season - soon wore salt stains.

The sun, exhausted, vacationed in Islas Canarias.

And I bought curtains - to pull them apart and let the light in.