A minor triumph.

Winter's hit New York City. The temperatures are dropping slowly and surely, the winds are picking up, and I'm wearing socks indoors. We're getting to the dark, cold days, and it's a comfort to know it's simply axial tilt behind that. But it has its upsides, too.

Like how on my bike ride today, I stopped at a light, and a woman pulled up near me, also on a bike, but without anything covering her face. I looked at her and said, in a patient and concerned tone, "Aren't you cold without a mask?"

She had one, she just wasn't wearing it. Not until I'd reminded her to put it over her face.

So now I'm grateful for the wind, at least this year: a socially acceptable and situationally appropriate reason to ask people to put their stupid masks back on.