The Other

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My Other is hunkered down for New England snowstorms. Huddled in protective layers. Hibernating fugitive. Fearfully guarding hopeful warmer memories, ‘cause I’ve never been a fool when my heart was on the line.

Winter is different here. There is nothing to be overcome. And February has been dramatically wonderful.

I think the “other” business stems from an overload of EU theory. I’m self-medicating; applying political hypotheses to a quasi crisis of self.

Valentine’s was awesome (i.e. breakfast in bed and roses). We went out for dinner and climbed to the top of this old observatory for a truly spectacular view. Bizarrely I was on the phone with mum as I got to the top. Symbolism? Irony?

I caught a cold too. It’s hard to tell who the culprit was too…so many runny noses. Luckily I’ve been nursed back to health by a charming Dane.

Some sad news too. But it doesn’t belong here.

Leaving for Stockholm in a few days.

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Photos

far from festive
i thought it looked creepy

SWEET
bell and basket

In the Wild
a mother fiercely protects her young

*wish*
they came in my size

CHEERIOS
courtesy of N

Von Frelsers Kirke
in Christianshavn

we got scared
and ran out