Questioning from Love

Jan. 7 

It's the first snow of the season, and at 6 AM, as I am writing this, the snow is still falling.

The French clock, gears engaged, is ticking in the background.

I am here, alone, in the morning, engaged with my body, my sensation, and my mortality. 

The emotional and intellectual parts are quiet now; most of presence is concentrated in the body, wher…