It's -5° outside as I write this.
The gossamer webs on the garden gate are coated with a thin layer of frost, which makes them look both beautiful and fake, as if someone were deliberately going for the haunted house look.
The Vondelpark's ponds are frozen and the trees reach to the skies with their blanched, skeletal limbs. It's an old-fashioned winter, the like of which we haven't seen for a few years.
Many flights from Schiphol have been delayed and we have to be up in just four hours to catch ours to the annual Christmas run. I do hope it leaves on time.