Longing and North

I think being from the rural North instills a great sense of longing into my character. I spend a lot of time looking out windows. It’s 8 AM and I’m looking out at the frozen land from the semi-warmth of my home. I did walk out there, barefoot, and I can still see my footprints on the frosty decking and feel the sting on the bottoms of my feet. the frame of the window and the distance between me and my subject are very important elements in this activity. Longing, I want to be out there. BUT there is something equally as satisfying to be HERE, wanting to be out THERE. What is the feeling of contentment in longing?

“like countless others, our poet is sitting dreaming at the window.”

The Poetics of Space p. 156