I love Christmas. At this very special time of year, when the sun appears only fleetingly to those of us living in the northern hemisphere, I feel a deep connection with ancient ancestors.
its been a long night" "aren't they all?
I'm from Sweden, so I don't enjoy winter at all; there's nothing cute about it.
Write about winter in the summer.
I'm from Sweden, where it's winter, like, half the year. And it's dark - we barely have any daylight.
The nights seem to me too long... I am often scolded by Madame Pasteur, but I tell her I shall lead her to fame.
The nights were long, like the braids of a pretty girl, and the days were short, like a girl's sense. ("The North")
I came from Canada, where it's freezing cold for seven months out of the year.
Swedish winters are not for the faint of heart.
But I do feel a little teeny right now that I'm just about ready to start, and winter is entering. Half past autumn has arrived.
I’d ruin any day, all my days, for those long nights with you, and I did.
As it somehow always manages before the winter solstice, but never after, the early darkness was cheerful and promising, even for those who had nothing.
As winter approaches - bringing cold weather and family drama - we crave page-turners, books made for long nights and tryptophan-induced sloth.
