Trash blows around and gets frozen into snow banks.
The temperature at times forces us to seek shelter, it curtails roaming.
We dress in layers.
Layers give us options to regulate our temperature.
I put on the warmer shirt, the sweater, the scarf and the coat. More if I am going to be standing around, less if I am going to be carrying it all.
I enter the restaurant.
I take off one layer, and then another.
I sit in a pool of noon day sunlight behind glass and forget that layers will be necessary again in one short hour.
I stand up and ready myself to go back out. On goes the sweater, the scarf, the coat.
I step onto the street, bundled up until I need to delayer again.