By now, I'm somewhere in Italy. I've done London and Paris, and it's been freezing. Not even four years of South Island winters could prepare me for the harsh icy cold of a European winter. It's wonderful!

The lack of light (both sun- or day-) is, however, quite familar; I know that I'm a Heliophile in this kind of climate, but back in Queensland I shy away from it, unless I'm on the sports field.

I've also spent countless hours sitting on trains. I love trains with their within/without nature and their unique thinking space; a few weeks ago Buckeye Surgeon wrote about Post-modernism. It's a truly insightful piece, and was certainly mulled over during the long hours on the tracks.