These past few mornings I was waking up to the white frosty rooftops and a thick blanket of fog outside my window.
It looks like it's here — the first signs of winter.
I can't say that I'm particularly happy about its early arrival, especially after an unusually warm autumn and equally unusually cold summer.
But all happens as it's intended, or at least in this case, inevitably, as there is nothing we can do about the weather.
But there is a lot we can do about our own perception of it.
I can't help it, but want an abundance of cozy, relaxed moments and nights in, instead of going out too much.
I have to search for the little things, small activities to make myself occupied with inside of my home.
I light too many candles, add too many spices into my food and drinks, make hot chocolate, read books in the dimly lit room whenever I can.
Perhaps this cold frosty night marks the arrival of something beautiful.
I am going to slowly start transitioning into festivities.
