winter whimsy

 

As much as I love to deny my love for the colder months, today we just had our first snow and it was the heaviest I have seen in a long time for early November. I am perfectly infatuated and in love and more happy than ever. Though today was a day of goodbyes, a day of early darkness, a cold day, I know my life is full of warmth, whimsy and cheer. 

I am perfectly infatuated with this time of year. I think this snow will last, and I don't think we will see the brown grass until the spring. I had a lovely diner breakfast with my family before they started their long trek North, I had a long catch-up call with an old friend from Marseille and met his girlfriend, and I sat on my bed the rest of the time working on an assignment. Apart from my massive breakfast I have not eaten anything for the reluctance of leaving my cozy warm room. 

I'll soon have General Tao chicken and leftover fried rice for supper, and will probably watch a stupid (good) movie tonight (probably Moonstruck, knowing me) when I should be preparing for my interview tomorrow. Or maybe I'll just scroll through Pinterest in perfect bliss, occasionally looking at the blue world outside, the heavy loaves of snow on the pines, the yellow lights from the houses in the courtyard, the soft wind. Frank Sinatra in the background, a hot tea with milk in hand and spice cookies. 

Tomorrow I will bundle up in my winter coat, boots, hat, mitts and scarf (!!!) and let the air bite my cheeks and the snow fall on my face. 

Nothing can make me hate the beginning of this season, not even cloudy skies or job applications or other people.