I want snow, lots of snow, I want icicles dangling from the eaves, I want to be so cold at night the air rings like the after note of a bell, I want to see the stars in all their glory, I want to have blankets on my bed, lots of them, even if it's cold enough a duvet. I want to wear jumpers and thick socks, I want warming winter soups and stews. I want the energy thats so intense I have to run up and down stairs a few times to get rid of some, I want the deep sleep that comes with not being overheated.
I know for may of you this will be anathema, but I can't cope with all this hot, the letheragy, the sleeplessness, the sweating, wondering if Fearn will overheat when we go out for a walk, the smell of BBQ's that make me feel sick.
I miss the sound of wind and rain, not storms but normal wind and rain.
