I’m cold. Very cold. And I can’t see anything. Because it’s so dark. So I’m going to think about happier, brighter, warmer times. Like the fall, summer and spring.
We had a beautiful fall here in Sweden, full of bright brisk mornings, where the dew would glisten, frozen, on the grass. Fall started, like, August 1st. (I should have realized what was coming.) But, ignoring the signs, I enjoyed the sunny cooler days. In the fall I love going apple picking; happily so does Evelina, and apple picking we went!
Although when I say that we went apple picking I should be specific about what I mean. We went to Evelina’s parent’s house, and we went into the back yard, and we picked apples from the tree that grows there. I say that qualifies.
Here’s to memories of warmer (everything is warmer than this), brighter days!