Today, we suspected that it was winter. As promised, the weather has turned cold, and while there is no snow about, there sure is a lot of frost, ice, and the occasional fog.
There is certainly no rushing about these days. The ice covers the ground in a seriously dangerous way (although it does make things sparkle very nicely) and short, baby steps make everyone look ridiculous. The icy conditions do help to romanticise Christmas- and while it will be a miracle if we do get a 'white Christmas', it is quite exciting to walk past completely frozen puddles, partially frozen ponds, and pretending to smoke a cigarette whenever I breathe out (it's childish I know, but I just can't seem to stop it).
We're trying give our apartment some Christmas cheer to make up for the fact that we're not going to be around family this year- we have a surprising number of presents already. Only 12 days to go!
S.
