I’m the only person I know that prefers the cold weather. I relish dark nights, winter clothes, and cosy evenings in, or sat in country pubs, toasting my feet next to blazing open fires.
And I love snow. A glittering white, diamond-clear and silent world – a winter wonderland of Christmas cheer, skiing holidays and frosty walks, breathing in crisp, clean air. A living snow globe. What could be more uplifting – and romantic!
Everything, according to my cousin, who finds no joy in de-icing the car, mopping the porch twice daily, and waiting for a reluctant dog to empty its bowels in the dark at minus five. She has always preferred “The Lion King” to “Frozen.”
Unswayed, the advent of autumn has still reinvigorated creative energies that the hot weather had drained out of me like a gas bill. It’s also evoked that quintessentially Danish sense of hygge: “a quality of cosiness and comfortable conviviality that engenders a feeling of contentment or well-being.” Åh, ja!
So, in addition to more writing, cooking, workouts and reading, I’m slowly turning my airy flat into a snug nest, with soft furnishings, candles, and pyjamas so fluffy they’d stifle a Musk ox. While the cold weather also seems to have refreshed my clarity of thought, and dusted off old plans.
All of which IS making me rather content, and reminded me of an article called “The Value of Happiness” that I wrote exactly five years and eight days ago. It must have been the change of seasons that inspired it.
So why not embrace the autumn, get the dog a coat, and give yourself a great big hygge.
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