cheeks nipped by a heartless wind -
in the artificial light on the snow-covered canal a man stands alone
sun fast dwindling it's summer
in the southern hemisphere; sao paulo
and rio don't look so far apart on paper
achingly early tomorrow morning i leave for four days in berlin, which i hope will be a stimulating respite from my now all-too-familiar territory. it's going to be awfully cold there. i am packing all my warmest clothes. i put all my trust into wool.
i've just realized that i've been dreading winter literally for months and that i don't actually hate the experience of winter nearly so much as i loathe the idea by being overcome by it. yet here we are over a month in and yes it's cold but this is it. this is all there is. days of snow and ice and misty breaths and thankfully sometimes sun poking through the grey. it's not so bad (but man, i can't wait for spring).