this is winter; moving towards solstice, light that turns to afternoon as soon as its born. i'd like to fill up the tank and drive till it was empty, up to canada or down to mexico, camp out in the desert and feel the bittercold in my bones. take my sleeping bag and my uggs, a bag of marshmallows and some binoculars, and watch the sunrise over the steppes, watch the earth born. i can almost picture it, red light turning everything blood and new.