today the temperature is 41 F and sunny in north pole and stockholm. there's some great cosmic meaning in that, but other than i wish i was there, i'm not sure what.
i can picture the long row of people on the farsta strand pendeltåg station (just outside stockholm), their backs to the forest, eyes closed, and faces raised to the sun, soaking in the impossible warmth after the dark of winter. that image from my first winter's ending in sweden always comes to mind when the sun reappears.
if i close my eyes, maybe click my beat up sneakers together, and dream really hard, i'll hear the electric lines twanging and open my eyes just as the train comes in.