This blue marble

– and yet it spins

Saturday afternoon, 2 pm

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ice-1Nearly frozen water moves slower than summer water, viscous like icy cold schnapps in a glass. Yet it is warmer than the air: the rocks have white berets of ice on their heads. Even last year’s reed remains have puffy dresses of frozen seawater.

Winter is silent. Pensive. A little gloomy. And so am I, too, in January and February of most years.ice-2(Helsinki, Finland; January 2018)

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