It’s the middle of January, and the middle of one of those blasts of winter that make you remember why you love summer so much. There doesn’t seem much to say about this – after all snow and blasts of cold air will come in their season.
I suppose that I could spend my time longing for summer, dreaming about warmth and long sunny days.
Or I could find my comfort somewhere else. Perhaps in Monet’s paintings, which are so beautiful they could make a person love winter. At least for a while.
Thank you, Feishtica.