March 11, 2007

Today was one of those March days full of blinding sunlight and nippin winds that make you wonder what to do with your hat and mittens. “Do I kept them on? Do I take them off? Where have I been all this time?” The palms of your hands cycle between sweat and shivers.

Some internal conflicts, such as deciding the degree of nakedness of your hands, are impossible to resolve. It’s best to just run down snowy trails chased by dogs.