On my way to the post office

I took a tiny detour, and drove down to the sea (about 1/2 min. drive from the post office). As you can see, there is a big pile of snow in front, and that's because the city workers somehow have to get rid of all the snow they clean from our streets.

This was probably my last trip to the post office, on behalf of my shop, and that feels indeed a little strange. But on the whole, I'm adapting to this new situation, and I'm not as sad as I was a few days ago.