with the ghosts of many lifetimes all about

typical, i suppose, that i stood with my face turned upward, sunlight trickling down through the golden leaves and pressing warm on my skin, but when i turned away, i had to put on my red peacoat and gloves and there was ice on the pavement.

typical, but not altogether unwelcome. "It's always this time of year that my thoughts undo me..."

these thoughts form a river that i could, truly, skate away on. as soon as it's frozen, and the holiday lights twinkle in reflection: suddenly the whole world to me is the Big City at christmastime.

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