Winter arrived for real this week, with enough snow to take the normally insane Moscow traffic and ratchet it up to new heights of gridlock. It doesn't help that everyone's country cousin has come to town to do their New Year gift shopping -- though why anyone would voluntarily shop in (officially, not subjectively) the World's Priciest City is beyond me. But the influx is here, and it has the effect of reducing traffic from a crawl to a standstill. Throw in daily snowfall, and you have a recipe for going nowhere fast, any time of the day or night.
But walking still works. Yesterday Maxx and I did some of that.
Into crap like this.
It helps to bundle up...
make common cause with the season...
find art where you can find it...
absorb available color...
salute ol' Mayakovsky...
and take refuge in familiar haunts.
When all else fails, remember, things could be worse.
A propos of nothing, here's another "no photos" photo for my collection.
We're flying home on Saturday -- me for a short stay, Maxx for the duration. It'll be good to see the yellow ball in sky again. My supply of vitamin D is running very short.
But you know what? I can cope with winter. I can. Actually, I have it about as easy as one can have it. I work indoors, which is huge. I don't even have to go into work if I don't want to -- much of what needs to be done I can accomplish from my desk in my flat. And when I do go out, I have a car and driver waiting for me. All winter long, I will never have to get into a cold car once. Again, huge. And if things ever get really grim, I can always apply the local anti-freeze.
Around here they call it vodka.
More later, -jv
PS: As far as I can tell, no two snowflakes are the same. At least I haven't been able to make a match so far.
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