Putting on a necklace and going outside and realising I have fallen in love with the sound of cars starting – or did I think that before I went outside? Rubbing my feet near the flower bed and looking down from the balcony not deciding if I was hot or cold and watching the people on the street who were each dressed for a different season, some delighted and some huddling as if just previous there had been a chill of magnitude, of inner-cringings and alleys run-long.