This is good for you, love (Or, This is love. Good for you.)
It's time to transition again. I'm trying to psych myself up for the mountains and big crowds and regiment. The cold makes my head hurt. Today my body is aching from menstruating and my hormone levels are off the charts, and I don't feel like packing. My outlook isn't a poor one, though. It's bittersweet, 70% cocoa.
This kind of cold makes the air perfectly transparent, the kind of crisp that the current advertising industry would slap with a term like hi-def. Nothing is hiding, everything is stark and bright, manipulated harshly by wind and cold, and I am no exception.