a winter weekend.

there's something about the sparsity of winter.
that leaves me peaceful.
at rest.

it's as if the frozen air.
is the only kind that ever really gets all the way into my lungs.
i breathe.
and for a few months.
i can see every breath.

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on my way to chicago again.
for the whole weekend-- this time.
no agenda.
no strategic plan.

just hot cider.
cold evening walks.
family-style dinners.
and christmas cheer.

happy weekend.