Winter mornings

The unbearable buzzing sound of the clock radio sarcastly plays with your ear drums. Your eyes open up to the darkness still surrounding the room. It's time. You have to get up. But this time the sun is still sleeping. It's the time of the year you have to get up first. Facing the cold of the room, while seeing your breath finding its way to the ceiling. Hell. No other terms to describe it. The only difference probably is the temperature (basing myself on the ideology describing hell as a place where fire and high temperatures rule).

These are the typical mornings you tend to use your shaving cream as the mousse for your hair and the other way around. Not even mentioning the tooth paste. The mornings you get up with a stomach making scorching sound due to yesterday's pizza (thank you, Giuseppe). And the morning you step on the little gift the neighbours cat left on your doorstep (how many times do I have to repeat they should buy better cat food?!).

What can we do about it? Just wait till we can switch out the lights once again in search of new dreams? Fat chance. The darkness of the morning will probably be replaced by a shade of grey, going on for the rest of the day. Long tiring hours. The daily traffic jams on my way to Brussels. Life is an adventure indeed. But if I ever might choose, just give me a trip to a place with a white sandy beach where the sun always shines.

So let's just hang in there. And wait. Not until it will be light again, but till winter will be over. And than I mean our winter. Cause there're still the cosy fireplace or the Alps to see the bright side of this all. And with some luck, we might even have some snow of our own. To see stunning blue skies over snowy landscapes in an atmosphere of endless tenderness. To see winter from a different perspective. And to even enjoy it.

But let's wait and see. I just know winter is coming. Good luck!