Warsaw
Acheiropoietes
In August it is impossible to really remember how it feels to live with December, how the cold rips into your extremities and your body constantly demands fuel. December is unreal to our August minds.
We cannot truly recall how it feels to wear a heavy coat which shapes itself into a protective mantel, which forms itself into an echo of your body, and boots which armour us against the cold ground.
Now in August when summer is richest, we shut our minds to December when the worst of winter is still to come.
But see this guy like some screwed up Orpheus, escaping from the underworld, celebrating the sun. See how his shadow dances. There are moments like this in December, moments of exuberance, energy and enthusiasm, perfect moments, and we forget them too.
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