Clear blue sky and sharply cold air. Two huskies at their owner’s side look in opposite directions and are in no hurry. The car still smells like fast food, so I roll down the rear windows a bit. I can’t decide if I should roll down the front windows, but I do anyway; the air is too sharp, so I roll them back up.
The sea sparkles today.
A motorcyclist’s glare, but not towards me.
A mother and her son on a bench under the sun too bright.