Another evening near the port, another evening staring out across the thick layer of ice and the very different mood of light it carries. A police car parking near the quay. A group of young tourists laughing on the pedestrian bridge. The restaurant is closed, chairs resting on tables, dimly lit by red bulbs. Hibernation in everything, and a bit of that kind of detachment to be here for, at this time of year. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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