Cold hands, warm heart.

On my way to an appointment on the Upper East Side yesterday afternoon a woman and her little blond French Bulldog walked towards me. From half a block away the dog looked exactly like a Lego storm trooper which, as they passed me, I realized was down to the rather smart gray puffer coat he was wearing. On my way home an attractive man of about sixty strolled arm in arm with a gentleman I took to be his much younger Latin lover, the pair of them bundled up against the bitter cold looking like a catalog photo and in no hurry whatsoever as they made their way to wherever they were going.

I'm not sure which tableau cheers me more, but both seem suitably festive and worth noting.