Urban wellies, grey corduroy, shiny padded jacket. Nerdy-cool librarian glasses, beanie. Confidence.
A walk through wet streets, chanterelle soup in the fragrance-coloured market hall, a dreaming browse in the second-hand shops. Fabrics, letters and glitter passing through my hands. Chocolate cake and life watching. Back-ache. Hope.
Air that looks and feels like melting snow. Sparrows chirping. The last month before the earth wakes up.
I'm thinking back to more exciting days when I laughed in foreign languages. But it is here, in my uneventful town of melting snow, that I walk the streets in peace and confidence.
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