Winter came early this year
It's one of those grey London mornings where the cold sneaks through the window even when it's closed.
I woke up too early, made coffee that tasted a little burnt, and just sat there watching the street lights still on.
I don't know why, but December always makes me think about the people who used to be part of my days.
Not with sadness anymore... more like quiet gratitude.
They left, life moved on, and somehow I learned to like the space they left behind.
These days I fill it with small things:
long walks when no one’s around,
playlists that feel like old friends,
writing little thoughts like this when the flat is silent.
If you're feeling the weight of winter too,
just know it's okay to sit with it for a while.
Sometimes the coldest months teach us how warm we can be
to ourselves.
