I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

We’ve crawled into December now. I’ve spent about four and a half months here. Like it or not, watch it or not, want it to or not, time passes.

It’s getting cold again. Under 10°C in the day. My fingers and toes are freezing as my brain tries to make sense of how it can look so bright and scorching hot and yet be this frigid.