Winter boots, winter hat, heavy jacket, leggings, mitts, scarf, frozen cheeks, cracked lips, hard skin, watery eyes and a runny nose. This is pretty much me every morning as I scuttle along Spadina to work these days. I have yet to tumble on the black ice that hides under almost every step, though I have definitely slipped on my heels for extended periods of time, arms flayling and waving like an aged puffin on the edge of a cliff. It is never graceful, and I am always inches away from tilting too far back and landing in a scattered pile of winter grief on the curb. But winter walks are good for the lungs. Cold and crisp breakfast air, followed by sips of steaming hot coffee.
These walks also help to tire me out for the end of day sleep, which is by far one of my favourite parts of winter. Burrowing and squirming until I have a decent and warm sleeping place amidst our sheets and comforters.
Cold air also equals cozy sleeps.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Lost in the fields that rustle behind closed eyes.
i have a day dream where i stumble out of the city into the green fields of a long lost home town. Tall grasses, damp with dew hug and lick at my knees as i settle in a nest near the edge of the woods. I make a crown from wild flowers, curl up and have a nap till night. Sometimes i may dig a blanket out of earth. It's very quiet and still.