I promise I’m not being smug and showing off (well, maybe a teensy weensy bit), but it’s just kind of a bit weird being in a country where the calendar tells me one thing, and the view out of the window and the amount of clothes I have to wear when I go outside tell me something else. It’s December, and I’m walking around in a t-shirt. How is that correct? Brain say December is cold.
For no reason, looking through old photographs, I found two photos taken of some snow; the same shot, just one with and one without a flash, so I animated them. You’re correct, it’s party time in my house.