Not Ready For The Cold

Dearest Rachel – Last week, the sun was out, and the days were in the eighties. I could work up a sweat walking through the forest with Lars (and probably needed to). Last night, I was wearing three layers to go to bed comfortably, even with the one space heater on. Such is weather inContinue reading “Not Ready For The Cold”

Ice on the Tongue

Dearest Rachel – It was a cinematic sequence so short that it hardly seemed to count as a dream – let alone one worth relating – but by the time I woke up, I had viewed it from so many different angles that I thought it must mean something, something worth telling you about andContinue reading “Ice on the Tongue”