I tasted the air and it tasted like ice
the dominant colour of winter is white
I stayed in too long and now I don't feel right
the sunlight returns after too long a night
february
I sleep with my curtains opened at night
the echoes of moonlight seep into my room
when my eyes adjust, I can see faintly
the outline of objects etched into the gloom
The northern lights look like sinew unravelled
or caribou marching across a black sky
the people they walk swaddled in parkas
with nothing left visible except their eyes
I feel myself freezing I feel myself slipping
I feel myself drawn to the bleak solitude
Others they sink in liquor and gold dust
but I find intoxicants ruin my mood
'Cause I like the silence I like the sunset
I like the ice fog that blurs the whole town
the quiet commune with the dust on my dresser
is how I pass winter how I'm still around
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