February

Cold, so unbelievably cold. But then, it is utterly useless to bitch and whine about the weather. It is what it is. The End of an Era draws nigh and I am lingering at the treshold of no longer and not yet.

"And there’s nothing I could do without here
Loving the state that I’m in
Between no longer and not yet
On the treshold of some brighter thing"
-- David Sylvian, "Wanderlust", from the album "Dead Bees on a Cake", CDV2876, Virgin