We drove up the nearby mountain range this afternoon, to find the sun. It´s always quite foggy around here between November and February but I don´t mind it. It´s like a fluffy winter blanket to me that reminds us to slow down, make a fire and snuggle up. People around here always complain about the fog like it´s a new thing while to me it´s like an old friend that comes around the same time every year. When we do drive up and break through the fog, the sun seems so much brighter and warmer than I remember, makes me start thinking about spring and the garden and outdoor showers. Then back down we go, under the fluffy blanket, into the soft light and winter time.