Reality/Realidad

The other side: Snow's about as deep as my boots now, I don't mind walking through it because I never have to go too far. It's good to be able to move around in a city on foot- just being a few days in a house where even to get to a convenience store requires some sort of wheels made me appreciate how I like to stretch my legs and move swiftly down blocks, up stairs, down alleyways, through parks, on and on.

Mexico seems incredibly far away, but I don't like to think of it that way. Instead, I'm focusing on this wintery land around me and moving slowly but efficiently. Kalamazoo certainly doesn't feel the same but perhaps nothing does in the dead of winter. I've also found that my body doesn't want to become accustomed to sleeping in a different place every night, but hopefully it can hold out another week at least.

New Year's Eve was filled with love and grief, balloons and stomping boots, dancing and telling stories, and enough Michigan music to put me to sleep like a baby (after jumping, screaming and falling into the snow after stepping out of the theatre).

I still would be able to see the sun sometime, Michigan is beautiful, that's true, but I do miss the sun.