Most beautiful day of winter
Tomorrow, according to people who make claims like these, will be the shortest day of the year. At 5.30 am, the December solstice will take place. Well.
I am somewhat more concerned about today. It was, beautiful? And warm. I witnessed a lovely sunset and decided, this had to be the most beautiful day of winter in Oxford, since… I’ve experienced British cold, dark, gloom.
Today also marked the end of a fortnight where I have been good at staying (financially) prudent (and will continue to be, not much of a choice here), so I decided I could reward myself to a very good little piece of brownie and a very good cup of coffee. Because, it was the most beautiful day of winter. I walked down the street to Oxfork, in what appeared to be my PJs, and sat in its 3 pm quietness. Although this is sounding all too romantic, I would like to assure you it was very much real.
How long does a beautiful day last? Things go wrong, as they could do, even on beautiful days. I return home to emails that make me a little sad; there is nothing left in my fridge; the Eagle Creek decides to tear, hours before getting on a plane.
But, the most beautiful day of winter, I say.
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lovely!!!! <3