Would any one like to tell me which cosmic force decided
that the coldest day of this year – as my memory conceded it to be – just had
to be the day I start my trip? No matter. My bags are packed, the road is
waiting and I am going to see Batman (well actually there is a good chance that won't happen today). It cannot be that bad.
Besides, despite the cold, it is a rather pretty day. In
a morose and depressing kind of way.
