Snow through the window.
Today is a day for tidying. I shoveled snow this morning, and this afternoon will take the ornaments off the tree, though I will leave the lights for one more night. Needing a break from the machinations of Lincoln's cabinet I picked up a book by Donna Leon which makes me want to book a flight to Venice.
Or perhaps Key West. Marilyn Silver, who I got to know through the Longyear Gallery next to my old store, spent a month in Key West last winter and did a series of cottage paintings. I bought this one-- looking at it warms me and takes me far from the snow.
The pink car is probably why I chose this one.