Welcoming the city-withered...
|Despite the weather being deliciously frigid, and my overwhelming urge to hibernate, I hope I see a sparkle streak through the icy sky... I'm in 'the Met', a charming seaside backwater, shivering in the great dining room of a decrepit Victorian mansion. I used to live here, so I know that the stars sparkle hard over the mansion during the winter, and I'm looking forward to stepping out onto the Captain's porch for a breath of stardust.
After I've spent some more quality time hiding in bed with the heating pad and my crappy novel.