Even though this winter was really long and cold, I think something in me has changed. I think I've finally recovered from the deep and frightful feelings of stagnation and boredom during those months that I somehow learned upstate despite my overall fondness of Rochester. Here, at home, the winter is so damn cold but there is a thrill in the wind when you walk, and perhaps what changed was that I survived a winter living on my own. It wasn't so bad, this time last year, and there was a lot of tea and honey.
|and this year there were a lot of blankets|