It's colder than it ought to be in March
Days are weathering away. It’s March and I’ve about a month to go before I go on a new journey for the next four years of my life. I tread lightly as if I’ll fall through thin ice. But there’s none; just water-cold, deep, unforgiving and turbulent waters. Can I count on you to keep me afloat? Or in the air like smoke? Or up in the sky like fireworks?