Cold

Regina Spektor on a cold Saturday night - apparently something that initiates happy thoughts. That is, according to my train of thoughts whilst writing that list of happy's at some absurd hour. But now as I sit here listening to Fidelity and reflecting on this made up notion, I think I've changed my mind. It is early March and already my ugg boots have subtly made their way out into the open - how absurd! But in all seriousness, surely it is too early in the year for this sort of thing. These delicate hints that winter is on it's merry way, are simply depressing me. Perhaps it is because change of season brings physical reminders of one's past. Not that I'm about to delve into the sordid details of my past life, no no. It does induce a strong sense of uneasiness however - somehow so much happens in the space of a year! I think the most appropriate and beneficial thing to do is invest in a snug, oversized coat, some nice woolen gloves and at least seventy pairs of black stockings. Ah, the joys of materialism. I may also knit a scarf.