The snow fell heavy this week and still sticks to trees and drips slowly off rooftops. It is lovely now that the sun shines bright and light dances atop huge flakes. I am in search of a tree-lined street not too far, but have failed to find one. Instead, my teenager ventured outside with me for a bit, promises of food to bribe cooperation. He has always been cute, but now I think handsome. I see man.