I swung the front door open and began my walk toward the subway station. I regretted not checking the weather in advance. The cold, unheeded by my coat and knee-length dress, shivered up my bare legs. I was determined to arrive promptly at my destination. The onset of winter did not turn me back. I resolved to wear tights every day until the arrival of spring. This is New York. The winters, like the people, are cold and unforgiving. There is never an excuse to abandon a sense of style.