if you are thinking what a hellish winter this will be just take it one hellish day at a time. it may be that we have made hell on earth. we've surely tried. we worked hard as hell. we've earned a good rest. in hell. day by blustery burning day. find something to chew on. don't give up. i used to talk to myself. i still do. i was talking to myself on the path in the meadow just now and i was hardly aware of it til a runner ran past. i saw a friend then and she said it's a good thing we're solitary. yeah. i wanted to cry but it was too cold and we were too far apart. i just started writing and i lost most of what i thought about out there. maybe it belongs out there with the wind and the waves in the dunes by the pier the thoughts were enough. don't give up.