37. Bleak Midwinter

1/12/09

It's December.

I'm up the tower. I will write here everyday. Here I don't have to act; I can think.

And I can watch.

We were right about the crane. I've been watching it. Working with the lorries to lead people away.

And it's December.
I should be buying presents, fighting the crowds.
Can Christmas happen when you're on your own?

B. and I need to talk about that.