I walk through darkened streets and slush, wondering if I am the only one in this entire country listening to the new Florence + the Machine album at this particular moment.
I take baths, not showers.
I plan English lessons and laugh with new friends at our language barriers.
I go to ‘coffee shops’ and receive a tiny amount of very sweet coffee in a champagne glass, with a straw.
I read, usually five or seven books at a time, and always with a book of poetry in progress.
I meet fascinating people doing amazing, called-out, passionate things.
I eat bread, so much bread.
I look up at the sunset, and give thanks anew each day to the Father of lights, in whom there is no variation, nor shadow of turning.