Normal

The lady comes out of her brownstone with a garbage bag and sees me standing with Coco, my shiba-inu. The air is cool but not cold, so I'm wearing a pair of rubber boots Katie gave me which I've discovered are perfect for slipping on when I'm about to take the dog around the block, a hoodie and some jeans - no gloves, no heavy coat, no booties for the dog.

The woman nods, smiles, and I smile back. "Isn't it nice," she says, "to just take your dog out in normal weather?"