The chill returns, a reminder that we still reside in the heart
of winter, even on days of bright sunlight and the absence of snow or rain, the
countdown already started towards days that are longer than night, less dark
time to get haunted by, dreams thick with wish fulfillment, for dreams never fulfilled,
all the more reason to stay awake or to wake before the cock crows, to get up,
drink coffee, await the return of sun, dreams too thick with remembrances, of
all that could have been, a life lived without mist and shadow, melting clocks,
the timelessness of our most acute desires, when we need warmth again, of
spring, still too many days in the future to have faith in.
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