I love the power of the cold on my face. All my thoughts can’t bring me warmth, all my barriers to the outside fail when confronted with the needs of my body.
I don’t handle the cold well, my frame isn’t designed for extremes. In fact, both my flesh and my mind are always less resilient than I imagine. I need peace and quiet and calm to write, hence the lack of updates; more than that I need vast amounts of time to think and organise my thoughts, something I’ve not had for months now. But that’s ok. I’m finding it exciting to be constantly unsure of where I am and where I’m going; I’m finding value in places I hadn’t expected, I’m skating on the waters where I used to swim. Maybe I’ll have a chance to organise my intentions when I’m home for Christmas; hedonism takes many forms, as I am discovering…
So much for structure, if anything I’ve gone the other way.
More words soon.