Steadily falling snow. The pale pink cherry blossoms are pink no more.
Out my window: Thick clumps of snow on the hedges, like over-the-top icing. Snow on the roads and pavements, hardly any tracks or foot prints, still pure white. And across the street: a black cat with a red collar sits in front of a blind-covered window, watching; a woman in a pink dressing gown, her right hand holding a cigarette hangs out of her open window.