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*