In which the snow falls softly upon palms.

Woke up to a wintery scene this morning and went a-walking along the harbor. All quiet except for the occasional cry of "Haaaafenrundfaaaahrt" and the surprised flutter of seagull wings, the soft crunch-crunch-creak of footsteps on wooden docks, and whatever sound exhaled breath makes when it appears as a fine puff of white and disperses amidst the swirling snowflakes.