slow weekend. lots of sleeping in, disoriented and pensive. hong kong is cold below fifteen degrees and we’re not used to it. the month of january disappeared under the grey blanket of foggy clouds and wet drizzle that doubled as rain too often in the last few weeks. I spend most of my days with the boy. just doing what we always do. share the air, become one. a little too much I wish things could be different.
January 22, 2012