Writing, writing, writing. Words, sentences and syntax have taken over my life. My mind. My days and nights. While not a bad thing, it does get tedious. Like every sentence (written or spoken) sounds like gibberish. It’s bizarre…and leaves me without inspiration to write some more…the pleasure of writing is still here…but forcing lengthy blog posts…not happening.
Adam and I flew through Thanksgiving this year, deciding to take advantage of the days off to head back to Toronto for some snow. S-N-O-W. SNOOOOOW!!! Mmmmm…besides not having a pair of reasonable shoes (out of five stowed in my bags), our brief winter stint was positively delightful.
This is what it looked like?!?!? Aaaawwwww, I kinda miss the snow…
Those photos are lovely. I wish it was like that here, even; London has been quite foggy and bleak the past few days. Sure, there’s snow around, but it’s the more inconvenient kind – the wispy, cover-the-road-so-you-can’t-drive kind. Nothing picturesque, no sun, just grey.
Seasonal Affectives are dropping like flies.
Julie’s farm is pretty much my idea of heaven. :-)
Out of all the places I lugged that camera around while back in Toronto, those fields really captured what I love about winter…even though we all know the non-picturesque parts are overall far more realistic.
I can’t say that I mind that much – living in Bradford was like being in some sort of seasonal nexus. Weather systems that affected Barrie and Toronto both seemed to miss, so it was generally pretty mild and uneventful.
…to the point where it was a wonder to get snow before Christmas at all. You know? One of those last minute will-it-or-won’t-it sort of deals on Christmas Eve.
At least right now it’s snowy and pretty. Looking outside makes me yearn for the warmth of a duvet and a mug of hot chocolate. Can’t complain about that.