A strand of silver hanging through the sky

[lizblackdog]

It's actually, finally, cold here. Last night I had to sleep with a cardigan on and a pointer on my feet. It was marvellous. Call me a freak (and I know cottonmanifesto will, little tropical hothouse blossom that she is) but I spent too many years living outdoors to feel anything but stifled if the air's too warm for goosebumps.

It felt almost as though it might freeze tonight - it's one of those beautiful crystalline nights where the air fizzes in your blood and the stars feel close enough to smell, and Spike misbehaves from sheer joie de vivre.

All I need now for perfect joy and happiness is three feet of snow. *wishes hard*

Comments

[mcsassypants.livejournal.com]

YAY!!! I'm wishing for snow here too! The only "down" side to it being cold is that now Rascal will settle into anyone's lap as long as they sit still for more than 30 seconds.

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

Naamah Kitten does that too. It's nice, except I feel like such a heel when I have to move her to go pee or something.

[mcsassypants.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know! I feel so bad moving Rascal, especially when he gives me the "But...I just got comfortable!" look.