good winter

"We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss- we want more and more and then more of it. But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless: I am living…"