December 19-21, 2009:

Coming up to the Solstice, where night begins to turn again to day, dark to light, the revolving world warms, but not soon enough for some. My fingers are toes are  constantly cold. I have my mid-winter sinusitus, back aches from hunching against the chill. I miss walking outside.

So go the early winter complaints. They will be a drumroll until spring. But I do love the snow, the fairylands etched in ice. I think Lewis was wrong about the White Witch's influence. We need the ice, the cold...