Over the past few days, we’ve been seeing the first snow of the year in Vienna. The intrigue of the changing seasons, the holidays around the corner, and the biting air as you leave the house to meet the day, all embrace us as December nears. This time of year, the homeless guy that usually sleeps on the benches outside our living-room window has found a new home. I suspect he’s headed south to Sicily for the winter.

The thin layer of snow on the sidewalk seems like a theatre for the feet that come and go beneath the window sill.