...they mistook the Movements and walked backwards...

Climbing, literally it felt like climbing, over the snowdrifts and slushbanks between our blue house and Carr Hall. Starbucks is not a mirage, but a one-stop sanctuary on the way, thank god. One peppermint mocha later, I am sufficiently caffeinated to continue the journey.

What I would say to you is this: "Do you see the lengths I go for you? I'm a child of the tropics and I braved the untamed winter, for you. Sunk knee-deep into the white valleys and waded through the grey-brown intersections of the urban core".

He'd tell me something profound and wise, worthy of his scholarly status: "Don't be silly, you didn't do this for me but because you value your education".

Yeah. No, I'm pretty sure it was all for you.