Monday, December 17, 2007

Cold

When I got out today the cold stiffened my fingers through my mittens (which I accidentally lost later on) and my breath was visible. It finally felt like December. And I looked around and I saw the houses had crept nearer to each other to keep warm, making the streets smaller, cleaner, it was as if the cold had eroded everything unnecessary away making it look almost sharp, and I had this grand feeling of seeing everything at once, of getting the whole picture.

Am inside with my tea now, I’ve lit some candles and trying rather feebly to write my art history essay in two days. Hah.

Sometimes my feet doesn't hurt at all.

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