missives and ramblings, here and there alluding to winter; window panes that seek to make the outside visible inside, manhole covers that when uncovered lead to more questions than answers - what this has to do with winter, i don't know. i enjoyed it for what it was. a capsule for the season, a compilation of missives to read during the commute. it made for a soothing balm when read in conjunction with austen, byron and ovid. 

enjoyed, but not memorable