It’s getting dark earlier than usual and the air has a
little nip to it. The thought crosses my mind as driving back home I turn a
bend and see a cart with a mound of peanuts. Nestled precariously on the top is
a smoking clay pot to keep the roasted nuts nice and warm. It is perhaps one of
the more enduring images of the onset of winter.
I love noticing the
small changes that herald the coming season. Early mornings that are so much
more beautiful. The warm sunshine breaks through overhead foliage into misty
rays before becoming a dappled shade on the ground. Morning dew touches every
little leaf, every blade of grass, every intricate cobweb so that they glisten
and sparkle as if adorned with millions of tiny diamonds!
People out in the mornings will start wearing light sweaters
or throw a muffler round their neck. Wood fire smoke will hang low over hutments
in the evening giving a surreal feel to the atmosphere. As the temperature
falls further out will come the heavy woolens. Schoolchildren will huddle on
rickshaws bundled up in blazers and scarves. In the cold nights bonfires will
appear on roadsides like beacons of hope to all the pavement dwellers lending
the much needed warmth in their cold dreary lives. When we spend all of summer
trying to duck into a shade to avoid the blistering sun it is such a relief to
be able to wallow in it in winter. To be able to go for long walks without the heat
and humidity bothering you. It’s the time for bonfires and barbeques!! A time
for Christmas carols and New Year parties!
Winter brings with it
the unparalleled joy of curling up under a thick quilt with a book and waiting
for your frozen toes to thaw……..Of holding your cup of hot tea with both your
hands to feel the warmth seep in……of smelling the frost as it hits you square
in the face…. Of soaking in the delicious warmth of the afternoon sun right to
the bones and feel the fuzzy sleepy feeling that comes with it……aah winter
cometh!!!!
aaaaaaaahhhh....taz...so well put!!!
ReplyDeletei miss the roasted peanut thela and the garma garam samosas...
even the smell of winter is different...:-)