Still living in the Southwest, I suppose. How else to explain the chill I can't shake, all day yesterday in the house with a blanket around my shoulders and a beanie on my head? The one trip outdoors bracing my bones against wind chill in layers of fleece and a hooded jacket? And now in thermals and flannel, emerging from beneath the two down comforters to look for my hat and shoes. Accompanied by sneezing? Yes. Strange dreams? Yes. Do you remember your dreams? Only that I sought treasure in the sea. What treasure? Buoyancy. The the thing that felt infinite. I was not alone. I had company. But the sea was cold, nevertheless? And grainy like a memory.
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