The little cafe across the street (one of the only ones on our block that’s not a chain) has died, after 20 years in business. Their loyal customers came all summer and fall, but it wasn’t enough to help them make it through this wretched pandemic. I feel so sad for them

We got lucky because we had just been looking out the window and were sitting up against the radiator, talking and trying to get warm when we heard the hooves. It’s a distinct sound that always makes us leap up and run to the window, but now we were already there.

I opened the window and leaned out, yelling down at them: I love you!