Cold crisp morning and the sky is as blue as my cashmere sweater. Drained from walking up the hill, but the sun revitalises me again, slowly, one pulse at a time.
I advocate croissants and Aztec hot chocolate.
“She is like a cat in the dark, and then she is the darkness” this tune plays in my head, ringing somewhat true for me. I have to do these things to keep myself sane and at peace during the winter, ah winter blues. I’m usually alright, just sometimes I feel the overwhelming isolation of the cold, as if the Northern winds manifested into a being came to me and checkmate: “Now what?” smiling wryly. But I say “no”, and dance with the cold instead, it’s only a couple of months a year I get to see him anyway. It’s quite charming still, and makes everything else just that much more special…
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