Standing in the Snow. Feather Hem. Patent Boots over the Knee.

Snow on the balcony, a dress with a stand-up collar and a feather hem, patent boots that go above the knee. I stand, hands relaxed, my gaze level. The tracks in the snow are mine. I was here before you. I stay longer.

You are freezing. I am not. That is the difference between us, and it does not get smaller when you rub your hands.

Here you see how I wear the cold: like a tailored suit. You already feel the cold in your knees, in your hands and in your ...