[Dull violet is the west and purplish grey.]

Dull violet is the west and purplish grey. Still I walk through the thickly frosted grass, hear on the waterway beside me the thin whine of skates over the hollow-ringing ice: It feels as if I, on the frozen glass circling, gliding, wheeling skilfully, with flexing upper body sink and rise: it’s in my back,…