Almost a year to the day I was here, at the water's edge in one of the world's most stunning cities, tagging on a few days at the end of a work trip to spend time with one of my oldest and loveliest besties, Doriette.
Who'd have thought that 365 days later I'd be swaddled in scarves, gloves, long-johns and enough layers to make me look like the Michelan Man's fat sister? Winter has pounced quickly and savagely and I can't remember what it's like to feel the sun on my bare arms. All I want to do is draw the curtains, crank up the heating and set the alarm for April. If nature is hibernating, then surely we are meant to as well?
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