The winter wet and cozy has settled in. I love this time of year â€“ at least until January do I love it. Around February and March the monochromatic landscape starts to wear a little thin. As Heartichoke describes it:
You canâ€™t see mountains, you canâ€™t see the sea. It seals off the light, and everything looks dull and lifeless. You feel as though youâ€™re trapped in low basement, staring up at the off white, popcorn ceiling.
Then comes the rain. Itâ€™s a light rain. But itâ€™s not a mistâ€”a mist might be romantic and mysterious. This rain is more like sugar, being sifted down in small drops.
But in November I still love the cozy damp. I light candles, I sip tea, I curl up under a blanket and read a goodâ€¦ blog (you thought I was going to say â€˜book,â€™ didnâ€™t you?).