A week ago Thursday I was out in a Tshirt revelling in the Indian summer warmth. Two days later, I was bundled in three layers but still freezing in the blustery cold. I am coming to realize I can’t live in this city – at least not in the poetic sense of the word. Tonight, as I listen to the frigid gale, I’m dreaming of this incredible hiliter yellow field on a warm spring day in France, and wishing I was back there!
