Wintertime is dark in the north. Everything everywhere has a moody gray mantle. I fight back sometimes, and knit things that are yellow, but mostly we just light candles and sort of embrace these twilight-y days and try not to see them as gloomy. I turn to the experts, and become a devotee of all things hygge. Actually, just saying “hygge” out loud makes me smile. It’s the little things. Check this out, you’ll wish you were snowed in.
There has been a great lot of snow. Sometimes, big heaps of it suddenly crash down and slide off our metal roof, a mini avalanche, which sounds like something scary is trying to break in, and which makes everybody sit up all wide-eyed and say whatwasthat? The dog jumps up and barks crazily at the noise, and I say shush, it’s okay. Heart still pounding.
I sew nighties out of flannel. Flannel is a balm. Flannel nighties are a talisman against the cold and dark. It is what I can do.