It's been snowing since last night. Enough to keep the plows plowing, and the lines in parking lots unimportant. It's been chilly for a while. Cold enough to make you zip your jacket all the way up, and make makes you keep it on while in the chair next to the window. An old man in a red long sleve shirt (the kind that looks like long underware, with 3 large shiny red bottons on the neck) leans on a tattered shirt sleeve looking out the window at the cars cautiously turing the corner. They are probably looking for a closer spot in the lot, or maybe aren't comfortable making a spot on their own, becasue they need the structure of the lines. Maybe someone will pull out soon... And I sit here watching all of this. Looking at photos of Morocco taken by Bruno Barbey. The coffee is hot, but soon will be warm, and soon will be cool and bitter.