Well, technically, it doesn’t quite yet. We’ve a way to go before the sun does anything other than giggle from behind the screen of its boudoir at our cold hands and snowy boots. The sun is, essentially, cruel and disinterested, but very beautiful. Perfect courtesan material.

In the interim, and in the snow, I have been  a social hermit. I’ve been running around with an author – not euphamistically, rather literally, because my navigation takes a similar style to the sun – a sort of cruel disinterest in place and time – and we had places to be at and times to be there.


No matter. It is time to wake up now, see people properly, emerge from behind my equivalent screen.