Yesterday, I went outside for five minutes and got caught in such a cold gust of wind that I found myself unexpectedly weeping icy tears. I never thought I would wax poetic about a time of year when it was warm enough to have bare ankles as long as I wore a coat and scarf, but life is full of surprises. After a few week of mild, if not actually pleasant weather, another cold front has rolled in and we’re back in the deep freeze. Just this morning, I spotted a sundog glinting outside my window. (For those of you who don’t live just south of the Arctic, a sundog is a rainbow caused by ice near the sun – in other words, it’s a beautiful sign that it’s extremely cold outside.) I won’t bother to tell you the actual temperature because frankly, it’s too dismal to write down.
It’s cold out and I’m repeating myself. But to be honest, it’s hard to find inspiration to share anything much more exciting when you’re living in layered sweaters while all of your favourite, seasonally impractical clothes languish in your closet and you’re relying on a backlog of photos from previous year to remind yourself as much as everyone else that you do still know how to dress yourself. I know, I know – I’m making things sound very dire. They aren’t really. In fact, they aren’t at all. But it’s been a long week with a few disappointments and a little bit of warmth would go a long way to buoying my spirits, I think.
The good news is, it’s Friday. It’s still cold, of course. But if nothing else, four o’clock will come and it will be accompanied by a glass of wine. The countdown is on! Have a wonderful weekend, my friends.