Marcel Winatschek

Walking Weather

When it gets dark by four in the afternoon and the cold has settled in for keeps, you start the annual inventory—how far you came, who you lost, which chances you took and which you let slide through your fingers without quite meaning to. The snow covers the rooftops and the fields and the silence gets heavy, so you put something in your ears and go outside for a bit. Scott Matthew, William Fitzsimmons, Gregory And The Hawk. That kind of walk.