winter white


Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
Victor Hugo (1802 - 1885)

I went to the drugstore this morning to buy some cough suppressant... and as I walked down my driveway I couldn't help but think that I really do have to pull out my longjohns from storage. And that realization depressed me. I like the look of snow, but I greatly dislike the wind and general chilliness. Winter is certainly romantic with the promise of roaring fireplaces and warm and toasty toes in woolen socks, but I failed to see the romance with my cold symptom clouded brain. So, needless to say I'm still sick. I look it and I sound it. I wish I had someone to fill up my hot water bottle for me.

such generosity would turn my blonde hair black again.