The last weekend in January
It’s the end of January. Soon it will be spring. Soon the evenings will be lighter, the sun will set after 5pm, the mornings won’t be frost laden, the air won’t be biting. The main topic of conversation won’t be how cold it is, or how miserable it is, or how depressing this whole winter malarky is. Soon we’ll start being able to leave the house without the full quota of thick winter coat, gloves so thick we can’t use our finges, scarves wrapped tightly round our necks to keep out the winds nipping fingers, and hats pulled down so tight that all we can see are our feet.
Soon our thoughts will turn with anticipation to summer, to the warmth that longer, brighter days will bring. The chill and sluggishness of winter will lift its grip on our thoughts and our emotions - we will smile more and we will think more clearly and the insurmontable obstacles of now will be easily resolved in the light and clarity of spring. There is nothing we can’t do if bathed in the warmth, hope and inspiration of sunshine in the spring and even more so in the summer.
But before then all we have are the memories of warmth, the feeling of sunshine on our skin, and the pictures of glorious sumer to sustain us through the windswept, dark, and frozen days.
Reccomending: Munich
Loving: Rose’s Luxury Chocolates
Still don’t have: a new phone