In the bleak midwinter

The snow was falling. I was out under the eaves smoking a cigarette, watching the dog in the yard, and listening to the geese on the lake. I can see this view of the Christmas Tree from my bedroom too. That's a ficus tree inside on the right. It's a very nice room. I had to wear a knit cap in there last night though, while I read my book and had a martini; my ears were cold.