Today's sky was the brightest blue, almost assaulting in its vibrancy. It was one of those cold, cheerful mornings where you're bundled up just right so you can sit outside with a tiny cup and turn the pages of your tiny book -- the pages a delicate velvet in your slowly-numbing hands.
Wooden shacks are going up in the center. More green wreaths with gold and silver bells. That's where today I also saw a coffin, carefully descending from the church doors and carried by a dozen gloves. I looked away.