The sun curves around the southern horizon in a last-ditch attempt to reach the North. From my balcony, I have the eerie feeling of looking down on it, brilliant but cool, casting long shadows.
The ice is everywhere. Blinding my eyes, hurting my lungs, stinging my
cheeks. Like glass, broken and reassembled and beautiful, stretching further across the bay for every freezing day.
It's been years since I saw the sun on a November day. The homeland of winter has surprised me again.
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