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chestnuts roasting on an open fire/jack frost nipping @ yr nose-toes-hose…
well, there seems to be no street chestnut-roasting tradition in central
europe or @ least in germany or @ th very least in weimar, if i get to visit
erfurt i’ll have a larger town to compare…maybe i missd my chance in
barcelona…
th cold november wind blows across th square in front of th weimar
hauptbanhof. th half-moon manages to insinuate its form thru th thin, high
cloud cover releasing flurries of dandruff-powdery snow into th evening
i find a cradling home in th chill of th fall-
back in my tropical paradise of warm indefinition
th effort of motion coats my skin in oily sweat, & coming to a rest too easily nurtures moldy growth… to
keep th cold @ bay my fire burns cleaner, my flame shines brighter my heat flows & radiates out thru my
stinging skin & toes to meet th winds head-on…
th bodymind learns a smoother shift of gears
& perspectives from th cycling seasons…
it’s thanksgiving eve, & i believe th moon was full last night but th cloud
cover has thickened, even if there is no more snow coming down these last
couple of days, after nearly a week of a light dusting every night, @
least…
seem to be finally getting my energy flow- ran today & in th melting slush
last monday, after only one run w/ peter on tuesday th week before, th
temperature just below freezing…
th wind has shifted to th southeast & there seems to be a warming trend in th
air after an early taste of central european winter…
i may try to have some goose tomorrow…turkey’s often on th menus here, but
no candied yams, no cranberries, no pumpkin pie, no chestnut stuffing, no
wild rice…ayayay, yoo wood tink eye guas a gringo, gwisdis melancolía por
el pavito-taquino-pute-turkey-dinde…
japisangüibin, 1 &all!
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