Why do I find myself out walking in lousy weather? And yet, the dampening effect of the blizzard and hail produces almost a cocoon effect... wrapped in snow and wind, I move forward against the storm, and there is nothing else but what I can see, nothing but the wet and cold on my cheek and the warmth inside my coat, and nothing but the resistance of the snow under my feet. Almost like being wrapped in an embrace, with skin on skin the only substance to the universe.
No hard questions. No pride. What turmoil? Nothing but now. Nothing but here. Nothing but movement.
I have opinions on things and I like to talk about them.
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