“Your hair is winter fireJanuary embersMy heart burns there, too.”

“For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it will your heart survive. - Rilke”

“Oh, I burned it with my straightener.”“You burned your leg with your straightener? How long is your leg hair?”

“Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. For among these winters there is one so endlessly winterthat only by wintering through it will your heart survive.”

“Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand,Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac treeFrom which a small wood-owl calls.”

“Do you hurt uncle Kisten', he asked.(...) but Kisten beat me to it. “Only my heart, Audric,” he said. “Ms. Rachel is like the sun. See her sparkling there with the wind in her hair and fire in her eyes? You can’t catch the sun. You can only feel its touch on your face. And if you get too much of it, it burns you.”