Rain makes me forget that I live in Los Angeles. All day yesterday, a big gray cloud sulked over the city and my view from the 27th floor was a blanket of iridescent gray. It was oddly comforting and a reminder that LA is sometimes capable of mood swings. I ate pumpkin soup and curled up in a wool blanket. I watched Little Women.

My first winter in Los Angeles, Nav and I went down to Pershing Square to ice skate and drink hot chocolate in a tiny rink surrounded by palm trees. We brought our New York mittens and hats and scarves. It wasn't even that cold. And there were only two other people in the rink with us. But it felt like reuniting with an old friend.