salt skin

'I see the winter. She's crawling up the lawn'

- Radical Face

This snowflake has been on my window for as long as i can remember.
I like to think of it as my little ode to winter during the warmer days.

ellie goulding - wish i stayed

is this all that you want

One of the advantages of being nocturnal, is seeing things like this.
It seemed abnormally light when i finally switched my light out at around 3am last night/this morning. I almost didn't get up to inspect the strange, orangey glow coming through my curtains but my curiousity usually gets the better of me.
To my delight, it was snowing and the streetlights were turning my little corner of the world a bright, burnt orange.
No-one else in my family witnessed this because they sleep normal hours but i don't mind.
I like to see things others don't.

tabarly

I was happily surprised to find my weather report being snowed on =]
Just enough snow today to make me happy all day long.
Inside, i've remained 5 years old.

the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift

There is more than likely going to be an influx of Scottish blogs, noting down forever the little bit of magic we witnessed on the 23rd of November 2008.
And so they damn well should.
Snow still makes me giddy and waking up to it this morning - even after the night of extreme nausea i was suffering from - was no less magic than when i was a wee girl. It did, however, take me a few minutes to understand what snow was again...mornings are not my forte. Branded 'The Littlest Zombie' at one point, i believe.

First snow!

I feel that i need this book.
A 1954. 1st Edition. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Illustrated by Mervyn Peake.

If only i had £200 pounds to spare!

I long for an antique bookshop in the area. You'd think it obligatory for a small town to harbour at least one but alas, no, Blairgowrie is burdened with an inordinate amount of charity shops and pubs. Hrumph.
There's this vague memory i have of being in an old rickety bookshop somewhere in Britain, i've never forgotten its smell and the closeness of the shelves and most of all the balcony encircling the upper walls - i'm sure there's a name for those - where more books were slumbering. Yes, i choose to believe books sleep when they are not read.
I want to go back there, wherever there was.

yann tiersen - iv