It is cold tonight! The air is cold and damp and I'm puffing it out in clouds. I'm rugged up - coat, scarf, gloves and a big pink wool beret.
And as I headed out, a family walked in the door. A small girl gasped.
"Look!" she crowed, pointing at my beret. "A pirate!"
Her face had gone white and eyes were as large as stars. Every storybook she owned had just come to life in the middle of mundane everyday-world Santiago.
I grinned and said "That's right." and came very close to screwing up my face and growling "Argh."
But I didn't. I settled for a pirate grin, and walked out, feeling rambunctious and yo-ho-ho-y.