I sort of enjoy the isolation of winter time. I have the world at my figure tips and I’m able to close the lid and walk away when I want to. I have the space and the never ending flow of time to create, and I often do lose track of the time tucked away from the frozen tundra.
I look forward to spring. It’s always feels like a new beginning when everything dead is reborn.
Other than that, It’s unbearable fucking cold. It’s zero degrees today so it’s no always as cold as the evening I wrote about.