Winter, here to stay?

Guess what I saw today when I woke?
It was snowing^^ Finally winter. The best time of the year. Nobody who taunts me for being to white - too colourless. Not my fault btw, either I become red as a tomato or I can stay white as the snow. Think I'd rather stay white, the red does not suit me and it arrive with certain tenderness.
So here I am sitting on my little terrace rapped in blankets, with a cup tea, and my laptop in my lap. I most certainly love the cold. Strange how I can't feel it now, but earlier this winter or autumn as it were I was shivering as every wimp out there. Guess I'm regaining my strength. My heritage has at last returned^^ I am after all of the cold north, snow and ice is in my blood. Then again I have less of that blood, however, it doesn't matter the cold air is fielding my lungs. I feel more alive now then in ages... Fifteen days left or perhaps some would count thirteen.

To create one's own world in any of the arts takes courage. Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value. Search for it, and you may find it.