New Year's Day, January 1, 2001, was a glorious day in our neighborhood. Windy, warm, with a high of 73 degrees. It was quite a change in weather from the previous day when it was cool and rainy. So we spent much of the day outside. Haircuts for both of us. The third or fourth time I trimmed Judy's hair during the pandemic while Judy has regularly cut my hair for more than 15 years. And we walked. The puddle near the road was still and the surface did not reflect the sky and beckoned me to use my new phone to record an image. Simple fun.