The Susanne

I wake up, look out the window and take note that the weather has not changed: still snow­ing, still grey and still cold. How do I know it’s cold? Because there is more snow on the ground than last time I looked, i.e. last night. I groan, pull my duvet up to my chin and lie back down on my pil­lows. I don’t want to get up yet! I do get up though, a little grump­ily as it turns out I’ve over­slept by more than three hours and I’ve missed the Ph.D dis­pu­ta­tion I was going to attend this morn­ing. Might as well get star­ted on the rest of my day though. I con­sider head­ing to the gym but change my mind whilst in the shower, can’t be bothered. Will go next week. Monday. I think. This weather is def­in­itely get­ting to me, slow­ing me down, making me feel almost depressed. I long for spring. Late spring though, not the first wet weeks of melt­ing snow and rain and even more grey than now.

We have had some pretty gor­geous days though. Espe­cially last week. Clear blue skies, sun­light reflect­ing in the thick layer of bright white powdery snow, can you ima­gine any­thing more lovely? I snapped some photos on my way from work when I was home last week­end and look­ing at them makes even me feel better about this season of dark­ness. Head­ing back there today for yet another Sat­urday at the lib­rary. But I don’t mind so much — it’s quite nice actu­ally, lend­ing books to people for half a day and then spend­ing a week­end with my par­ents. In the gor­geous weather that I’m hoping is wait­ing for me just out­side the city limits.

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