I had forgotten how cold winter can be until today. So cold that my fingers are numb, ‘chilled to the bone’. But the sunset is golden peachy, pink and brilliant light blue and now fading turning whispery pink and dull blue, til it’s dark. But so cold. I pass a young boy sitting on a step, wearing a red and white bobble hat, too young to feel the biting cold, and I feel old; another year older.