Fever

The worst of winter is not the rain, or the hail, or even the storms; the worst of the winter is the fever, not the cold, or the flu, or the pneumonia. The fever. Maybe it’s because of the rain, the hail or the storms; but in winter I have a fever, always, without exception. And I have to face the consequences, headache, muscle heaviness, or the tiredness. I take advantage of the autumn to get ready, I work out, hoard supplies and sharpen the needles. And, at last, it comes... knitting non stop, it’s a fever.