Woke early to shovels grating asphalt… yes, snow! The Hudson cloaked in haze, the sky pewter, frost glistening on the sills. Lovely, but both boys are away in tropical climes, evening plans cancelled, friends cocooning…. Just one companion beckons: oh loyal soup pot! Snowflakes whirl now and so do I: Stock defrosting, roots harvested from the fridge: turnips, carrots, parsnips. Some garlic and red onion too, Italian herbs and collards torn in to finish. My pot simmers and I inhale, cloaked in my own haze of contentment.