D.O.P.-T.

Colder still, this morning. When I left work, the sky was a mass of contrails. Walking home, I noticed a flock of birds sitting silently in one of the great gingko trees; in the next tree, a few robins were bustling about. The roofs were covered with frost, and a neighbor was desperately trying to spray the ice off his windshield. But the kitty waterbowl wasn't frozen.