There we are again – close to the darkest day of the year.
The weatherman has decided to contribute: the sneaky peeks the sun throws us are hidden by layers of damp woolly clouds. And rain, drizzle, downpour, smur smir (scottish) and more rain.
On the bright side, it’s the right time for:
- writing dark and twisted novels full of psychopaths
- wearing all the knitwear in the wardrobe, and then some
- preparing rich foods to train for the festivals ahead
- switching on that extra lamp or two (eco guilt included)
- feeling depressed and entitled to, because it’s dark after all – much harder to justify gloom in the summer
- snuggling away with multiple duvets and a cup of tea
- dreaming of hibernating on the other hemisphere
Well, tempus fugit, and before we know it it’ll be march again.
er, ’smur’… may be the last thing I would say while pointing with a trembling finger if I ever encountered a real smurf
who would have thunk, a politically correct Scot
’smir’
thanks for the correction
mostly drizzle today
Op de kentering der tijden geboren,
in onze ogen nog de ondergangen
van de oude werelden die verbleken,
onze lippen geplooid ten nieuwe groet,
en in ons hart een tweedracht van verlangen
naar dromen van weleer, die wij verloren,
naar de nieuwe, wier bloesems openbreken…
mooi !
I have to admit that I never really understood the whole “winter depression” thing. I rather like darkness, and a good winter chill makes me feel alive.
And hey, I’m always up for tea and snuggling
I agree with Bram. North is definitely the way to go