"It Snows in November and Blows Around Until May"
Today started like most days. A coconut flavoured coffee in a rocking chair at the window. It's ending there too, but with tea, some 17 hours later.
Today was everything that's perfect, and two of what made it so perfect is going to scare the living daylights out of anyone who knows me - the company of a few others, and books from The Book Cellar.
Rest assured the others won't. It was carrying a blueberry tea latte from The Fat Fox through a spectacular wind and blowing snow storm, and curling up back into my rocking chair at the window with it, a throw, lit tealight houses, and a book. And company. Unexplainedly, intuitively, it felt like it was going to be a special night, and with the aurora whipping as a ribbon would overhead, it was.