Solitude

Snow is falling. It has been falling all day. For all I know, it may have never stopped since it started yesterday afternoon. It falls and falls, covering everything. Walking through it has become difficult, and people have locked themselves indoors to avoid going out into it. So here I sit, reveling in the warmth of the heater, staring at the flame of a candle, periodically looking out the window to see the flakes floating down to the ground.

This is what I dislike about the winter. More than just the cold, it isolates everyone. Even if I wanted to get out and go for a walk, the snow entirely discourages me. Evergreens are up, lights shine, garlands and ornaments are everywhere. So here I sit. Nothing changes. A combination of the warmth and good food is beginning to affect me, and I find my eyelids drooping. It's not even 6 pm yet, and I'm already tired. Nothing that a cup of hot tea with a lemon can't fix.

Honestly, I have nothing much to write today. Thoughts have been drifting into and out of my head, holiday movies have gotten my senses all muddled, and a slight headache has really put a damper on any deep thoughts. I just spent five minutes staring at the sentence. I have nothing to say beyond that. Certainly, various things have happened today. But nothing of significant value, nothing worth expending the energy of posting. So with that, I'll leave each household to its own peace, separate from all others.