I often go on about the north, about being from the north, loving the north etc. etc.
But I have to say, it feels cold up here right now. And it’s not really. It’s barely touching zero. But I’m feeling it.
And it’s dark too.
If I had three wishes, one of them would definitely be a dry, snug cave with blanket of furs and maybe just the merest chink in the wall through which I could see the stars, hear the wind.
Then I’d hibernate ’til March.