maybe its cold outside

so its finally getting a little colder. cold enough to wear gloves this morning on my way out. late meeting this evening and when i came out, the roof of the car was all covered with sparkly frost. i could see my breath. and on my way home coming through the flat the stars were close and breathtakingly brilliant. nights like this smack of winter to come. hence the woodstove, warming my back as i write.