An unwelcome guest
This is where I wish I was right now- in the white hot light of a dazzling mediterranean morning. Standing on the terracotta shore of some sun drenched island. The livid blue of the sea stretching onto infinity, and the certainty that soon there will be a swim in waters warm as bathwater. Breathing in the scent of pine and eucalyptus. A balmy sea breeze ruffling my cool frock…
Instead of sitting here in two jumpers, a scarf and fingerless gloves. Ah, Winter! Some days I enjoy your stark beauty, on those bright clear icy days with a glittering frost. But no matter how many times you turn up, you’re always a shock, and never (to be frank) entirely welcome. It’s hard to believe in the certainty that you’ll be gone in a few months, but I guess we’ll have to rub along together till then. So here’s the plan- I’ll cook comforting food, knit more socks and wrap up warm, and you’ll lay off the monotonous grey skies, chilly dampness and colds and flu. Deal?
Image from Vie Parisienne Magazine, Feb 1922