It began snowing about 10 this morning and it hasn't stopped more than twelve hours later. I thought about going outside tonight and trying some long exposures. Standing in the garage for two minutes, holding a tripod changed my mind. Warmth. Warmth is a very good thing.
Coming back inside I saw this vase, a very tall piece of cut crystal that belonged to my aunt Genevieve. The reflection of the kitchen wall (painted burnt orange on a whim) danced off the glass - ice-y crystal, warm orange. It seemed to fit the night.