Dec 25, 2005 15:21
It's a cool, gray, damp day outside. The trees and houses fade distantly under a whitening mist, and the snow is brighter than the sky. The fog muffles all sound; a faint drizzle keeps the dark air moving, scented with old snow and woodsmoke and wet leaves.....
And I'm inside. And I have a day off tomorrow, and I don't have to go anywhere today*, and I don't have to do anything in particular except write.
And Chanuka is coming.
I love it.
*Actually there was a paperwork error and I'm not supposed to drive my car until Monday. But that's just a technicality.
seasons,
writing