When she awoke, there was a sugaring of snow on the nearby rooftops. As she drank her coffee, she watched individuals and small groups hurrying down the hill to do their Saturday shopping, breaths pluming in the chill air. The cars outside were dusted, though a light rain was swiftly washing it away. In the park, the swans lumbered along the edges of the Round Pond, snuffling and hissing to themselves as they waited for snacks.
The prospect of snow usually cheered her, with its promise of fresh cold on the skin, warm coats, and bright scarves. This morning, though, her mood matched the weather.
