Cold this morning. Big fire in the woodstove. Clearing sky, river with its first skim of ice. I’ve been translating poems by Tran Huu Dung about the Mekong Delta where — I just checked — it is 80° at 7:30 in the evening. Should have arranged my trip for January & February. Here is a picture I took along a tributary of the Mekong a few years ago.