Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Thursday, 17 November 2011
I long for snow
It happens to me every year: I long for snow, usually as soon as November starts. Last year it backfired. But since I know now that I will not be able to go away on Christmas this year, I might as well have some snow and the sooner the better. I love when it smells like snow, but I want the real thing: the stuff that will keep me home on a week day, that will put me in a festive spirit, that will make me enjoy both the outside world that will no longer be grey and the inside one that will feel warm and cosy. I long for snow and everything that you enjoy with it: being lazy, wrapping up in a blanket, drinking hot tea, eating hearty food, reading in the living room or in bed wrapped in said warm blanket... I don't know if we are going to have any this year but I certainly hope so.