The day it snowed, I scurried off to the grocery store for essentials, figuring it would be less crowded. I lamented the empty Collectivo as I drove past. Then, I spotted a man I usually see inside the familiar cafe. The one who stays all day near that cozy fire and always seems to be at home. He was standing on the sidewalk. Not walking. Not reading anything. Just standing. So, later in the day, we did this. From our front lawn. In a frenzy. At everyone.