Winter's light is cool and cast in blue-green. Sometimes I like the many hours of darkness. Yet I can't help but anticipate a longer day.
This is what I see when I look around my house. You could say these are some typical things for people like us. I suppose that's the nature of a type, though. The things I surround myself with are comforting, because they are real, and they are there. And because with some limited and imaginary agency I desired them and chose them for my home - a peaceful place I dreamed of for many years.