1/12/2001 0 Comments
I’m walking up the street, one of the big ones where the traffic rushes by day and night, and it’s near to the place you used to live. It’s nighttime, and it’s bitterly cold – the kind of cold that keeps your nose watering no matter how often you blow it. This cold would drive my mother insane – when I was young she was always saying ‘blow it’ to me when I would sniff, but I never had a handkerchief. I still don’t, although I don’t know why. I never got into the habit of them, I guess, and people stopped buying them for me at Christmas years ago. I’m wearing my new leather jacket and woolen hat, and I haven’t got used to the cold here yet. Layering, I’m told – wear layers of clothes and remove or replace as you go in or out of places. I guess so; I guess this is why it takes so long to leave anywhere this time of year. Maybe it’s why I don’t go out as often anymore. Or maybe there are other reasons for that.
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