i wish there were some place outside of the city i could go in the wintertime. if it were summer and i was desperate to escape the city, i would go to any number of places i know. but in the winter, it seems there's nowhere to go. it feels like i'm walled in by dangerous temperatures. if i leave the warmth of the city, i just won't make it.
i am longing for a winter cabin. someplace small, maybe on a lake, where my dog and my husband and i could hole up for a few days every now and again. where i could sit very quietly and listen for the tiniest sounds. i could write poems and the two of us could play scrabble.
sometimes i long to feel remote.
but i don't know of any such place.