One of the pleasures of winter; walking home in the dark with the snow underfoot so creaky it is the only thing you can hear. Remembering the thing they always quote about the far north; that you can hear your breath freeze and fall to the ground. Nothing makes a city into a wilderness like snow; in the face of it we are all a little humbled and handicapped. I can almost hear the snow chuckling; 'so you think you are so powerful...'Came home to a cup of tea and a couple of slices of toasted Soreen malt loaf; it doesn't get much better than that. Legs still burning from the cold and cheeks already turning beetroot from the warmth of the house; who says winter is the worst season. I'm thinking of yurts in the wilderness, mystical songs in the endless nights and innumerable stars spinning overhead.
Just read a report on the life forms that have been found at the bottom of a lake in Yosemite living in arsenic rich conditions 'hostile to life'. Oops, so see all those planets up there that we have described in that manner all these years, not to mention all those episodes of Star Trek...
Cool.
Watched 'City of God' again tonight; such an amazing film visually; how you can make something so beautiful from such a bleak subject matter. Leaving early to finish watching tomorrow however; no matter how long the nights I still seem to need more sleep.
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