Thursday, February 21, 2013


Everything today is white or grey. There is frost on everything: every branch and needle in the forest, every eyelash on every horse. It kaleidoscopes into patterns on my truck's windshield and builds up around the fencing wire. In the early morning a fog unravels over the field. It is a blank, white space.

I feel colourless.

Winter goes on forever in the country.

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