Puffy Jackets

She wore a winter white jacket, all puffed with down or a synthetic thereof, soft white fur around the hood, the jacket was short and she wore a white sweater underneath it, looked so clean and fresh, pristine like new fallen snow.

And then there was the couple standing next to me on the train, a study in brown, his jacket was a fine corduroy, also all puffed with some insulation, hers was shiny satiny chocolate, she wore a black beret, they leaned in to each other, embracing, as the train moved and I saw her lay her head upon his shoulder.

Cold days in Auld Manhattoe, the sun shining brightly, no snow, but oh so cold.