I always walk in a loop, returning again and again to the same dreams, treading the same gravel with my bare feet. The rest of my body is no more clothed, for I am naked in front of the uncertain, cold among the cold.
I keep singing, went out last night, happy with my class. I don't know if I'm really making progress, but this learning is in the air of my time, fitting very well in this season of my life.
I've been writing these promenades for a little over a year. It is, therefore, a form of an anniversary. Time is an unfathomable vertigo that colors my eyes.