This happiness

It’s a late, late October night and I’m not as cold as I thought I should be. But November has to be where the plunge into winter really begins now.

My mittens were too warm to stay on my hands, and the night barely demanded a parka. A wool sweater was more than fine. I was comfortable photographing with bare hands for most of the night, and this feels like a luxury I should not have, not this time of year anymore. But I’m grateful, because I know winter is coming. I know there will be snow drifts up against the side of my home, centimetres of ice creeping in from the edges of my windows, and the cold will be torture on my little frost bitten fingers. I know it’s all coming.

The days at home feel so much darker already, and this brings me such a deep happiness along with our first snow. Every night I’m lighting candles, some mornings need cosy lighting while I have breakfast. It is a tease of the life I love more than anything; dark winter days that demand cosiness at every turn. It’s what I live for - just as much as these still nights in the sweetest company, under the most beautiful sky.