...Rage, rage against the dying of the light. -Dylan Thomas
Listen and read here.
Or, alternately, from Moominland Midwinter, by Tove Jansson:
"Tell me about the snow," Moomintroll said and seated himself in Moominpappa's sun-bleached garden chair. "I don't understand it."
"I don't either," said Too-Ticky. "You believe it's cold, but if you build yourself a snowhouse it's warm. You think it's white, but at times it looks pink, and another time it's blue. It can be softer than anything, and then again harder than stone. Nothing is certain."
These are all things helping to keep me vaguely sane during the long, dark days, but it's barely working. I'm almost seriously (not really) thinking of investing in one of these.
