I’ve travelled to a colder climate – for a short time (and I’m very grateful I’m able to – travel, that is). Here, the air is crisp, floor tiles cold, and door handles cool to the touch. But mostly, I’m noticing the clothes against my skin. Jeans cocoon my legs. Socks warm my toes. A jumper sits on my neck, shoulders and arms like a hug. For some, this is constriction and connected to long dark (endless) winters – but for me, this is comfort, safety and happy memories (and I’m relieved not to have this old skin with its marks, its mosquito bites, veins, odd bruises, and yesterday’s freckles on display!). I’m celebrating my slightly frozen nose poking out from under the sleepy doona, the warm cup of my second coffee and the blasting heater that surrounds me like a hot northerly wind.
I’ve missed the clothes against my skin.
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