Sundays hold the simple joys of life: walks in the park, picnics by the river/sea, swaddling in blankets to read Tolstoy while Norah Jones coos in the dimly lit background…
As I write the sky is an arctic shade of blue and the hills are adorned with a virgin snow so fine that it could be mistaken for sand in texture.
It drifts like talcum powder, but yields the satisfying thud upon stepping nonetheless.
This morning we trespassed on the local golf course and as the sun glanced off the white expanse as a field of sequins, I reluctantly steeled myself to relinquish all prospects of fun for the next two weeks and headed for the office.
But all is not lost, for the following two clips ensure that whether there is sun and snow or darkness and howling wind, a smile is sure to be raised.
First, I cast aside my spindle and kick away the cat to briefly enthrall in the joys that are spontaneous engagement:
And I defy you not to jig and grin to the following ditty by Paolo Nutini (who has monopolized my music intake for the past three weeks):