When all else fails, toss cinnamon, bits of fruit and anise stars into a mug of something or other hot, a few cloves too. Stir it deosil (clockwise) and mutter. Such exercises are small magics invoking sunlight, warmth and gentle breezes at a time when summer is still months away. More fun than laundry and dusting and doing dishes. Meh.
Looking into my fragrant cup, I can almost forget the darkness, icy temperatures and biting wind beyond the windows, a fine and comforting thing on an arctic January morning. Where is my book? Where are my shawl and spectacles?
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I would SO love to be able to drop in on you.
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