So, yeah I missed the best, coldest winter days because they passed when I was in Goa. The first week of January saw lows of 9-10 degrees, I hear. I was so jealous.
Thankfully 12-13 degree lows we’re having no are pretty cold. My home and Amma’s too, while well-lit don’t receive too much direct sunshine. There’s plenty light but no spots in the sun to sit in. So I’ve been in full sleeves clothes and feeling my fingers go cold and refusing to co-operate when I try and type.
I may be revelling in the dregs of winter a little more dramatically than I need to, with:
The ten minutes of snuggling in my blanket, that I allow myself after getting out only to turn the fan off
Resuming yoga and breaking into a sweat even when it’s 13 degrees out
That scalding hot bath after, putting on two layers of clothes when my body is still warm, and trapping that post-bath warmth within
Sharp, long sunny winter morning shadows
Shawls, stoles and sweaters in the day
Socks in bed at night
Hot sugarless coffee with breakfast, after lunch, at teatime and sometimes after dinner
Soaking my feet in a bucket of salty water as I’m sitting by a candle writing my journal for the day, right before bed
One year ago: You’ve been on my mind