The winter rollercoaster — it goes up and down

hitting the bottom doesn’t always mean a bad thing

I hop on a green scooter, take a turn from the yard to the main road and scoot all the way down Klovsky Uzviz. My jacket is unzipped, out of habit. The cold wind is resisting my descent with a friendly hostility — my eyes meet that resistance with drops of joyful tears. I get to the bottom of the…