Circles form outside and inside ourselves

Winter no longer being the winter that it used to be, that cold snowy near or below zero temperature weather that came and stayed with absolute surety for a few months, it was pleasing to see what amounts to a contemporary snowstorm (that word which is used by the politicos just in case anything happens, a catchphrase for "it'll probably be little more than snowflakes")- and, indeed, only a very thin layer fell onto the ground a few days ago, but it was enough to carpet the garden of the Frick to my delight. For, inside was the quiet, the reserve- and, of course there was beauty (although I have to say that the work I had gone expressly to the Frick to see- the Whistler portrait of Comte de Montesquieu, he who is the inspiration for Baron de Charlus, was sleeping downstairs or upstairs in quiet storage, only to re-emerge next week in time for the Renoir show).

it was still outside.