I have to say whether it is snowing or not - cold is coming into the house. Facing right away behind the doors and windows. Even if this cold is not winter, but vice versa, it's so damp, smelling of rain. But if it is cold, cold with snow, then I feel it especially. Because I hate cold. If I could, I would live in a country with eternal summer.
And although the thermometer column often does not drop below -10 grades, it still seems that the clothes are getting too cold. I do not know how you are, but for me - this cold air just asking for something soft and warm, maybe that's why rich and thick hot chocolates again reigns in the repertoire of my kitchen.
I love Christmas, but to me, after Christmas right away could come summer.
2018, ©fortunee
