Here in Australia, it's winter.
Hot soups, warm fires, blankets and scarves.
Writing for me happens a lot in winter, not sure if its the short days and long nights, or the bitter of cold that tempts me to stay indoors. But I do write more in winter than any other season, I also read more in winter. Snuggling under a blanket with a good book and a glass of red or a good hot chocolate, (both equally good) sounds very tempting in winter.
So here's (chink of the wine glass) to warm fires and snuggly blankets. Welcome winter.
