Winter
It blew a howling gale all last night in London. Having had a pretty rotten day at work I crashed out, physically and emotionally exhausted, at 10 with the wind rattling the window frame. I awoke this morning to find that the last of the leaves had been blown from the trees and now they stand, skeletal and dormant. As far as I am concerned that makes it winter. Once nature's had enough for the year and curled up into a deep inactive slumber that's our lot until spring.
Generally I like the winter, especially the few properly crisp, sunny winter mornings we get. Recently London has tended toward having mild and wet winters which are just depressing but I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we get a little sun over the next few months.
Generally I like the winter, especially the few properly crisp, sunny winter mornings we get. Recently London has tended toward having mild and wet winters which are just depressing but I'm keeping my fingers crossed that we get a little sun over the next few months.
Labels: seasons
scribbled hastily by Mr Atrocity at 10:31 am
2 Comments:
Usually when it's sunny in the Winter here, the temps are unbearably cold.
That's true. Wishing for crisp, sunny, winter days is only for those of us living in areas of moderate temperature change. That said, with monotonous predictability it is coldish and raining here now and has been for most of the last week. Bleuch.
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