smokingboot

Happy Birthday My Aunty Senti. Tis also the feast of the three kings, so this morning I removed the Christmas wreath, last of our decorations, from the front door. The wind blasted straight through my chest and wuthered me dugs, so to speak. I could feel my lungs shrinking.

A couple of days from now, I'm supposed to be meeting a friend in Edinburgh, and while it will be great to see her, I'm dreading it simply because of the weather. There is much to do this Winter, but a lot requires leaving the house, contrary to plan A which was to avoid all activity until March.

A couple of friends went up beyond the Arctic Circle this Christmas/New Year. It looked astonishing and my envy would be even greater without the interjection of reality. I am better too hot than too cold, so short of being bundled in so much fur I resemble a tribble, such a landscape is wasted on me. But re the subject of arctic beauty, a friend recommended the works of Rautavaara, and mentioned this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TO3YRZWLvQo&list=RDTO3YRZWLvQo&start_radio=1. It lifts my heart into the wild, haunting, forlorn, yet full of delight.

I will need little else today.