dickie

The first day that it is cold is the nicest day. I feel comfortable, and safe, as if some abstract hurdle has been cleared. And I'm at ease with the fact that I most often prefer to be alone: taking in crisp air, walking on damp earth; preparing my soul for that day when I hold my true love's hand crossing a rain drizzled street . . . curling up in the bed in a cool drift from the window.