After the trip to Rome with m, I went back to life as I know it. Endless repetitions of weekdays and weekends, constantly longing for warmer and brighter days and more time.
On the 21th of November m and I had been together for three whole years. We spent the day rather unpretentiously in the company of my family and later in the company of the new James Bond movie. While m and I were living in a world of guns and fancy cars, a snowstorm raged through the country leaving it impossible for us to get home after the movie. Neither one of us were dressed for the weather. We spent hours walking from one bus stop to another until we finally decided to take the train. From the train station and to my apartment, the sidewalks hadn’t been cleared forcing us to walk in the middle of the road.