When we decided to make the move to London, one of the first things that our good friends (we miss you Lewis and Minde!) warned us about was the short winter days. At the time, I did not think much about it and was more concerned with other things. I am now discovering what all the fuss is about. While the sun still rises fairly early in the morning (something that I am told will change), it does get dark very early in the day. Today, it looked
like midnight by 4:45pm! I have been further warned that as December and January approach that time is only going to become earlier. It is hard seeing the light disappear so early in the day. It is difficult to motivate yourself to participate in afternoon/evening activities. At 7:00pm, my mind and body want to go to bed instead of to running club or out for a bite to eat. As you can see in the picture above, we have even had our first winter snowfall. Snow is actually not all that common in London but I was delighted to discover a good 1/2 inch one late October evening (this as the first snow London as seen seen in October since 1936) as I let Schlopy out before bed. Those of you living in Chicago or Boston may think I am crazy but I actually enjoy snow. Mabye it is because I have been living in the warm climates of Charlotte and San Diego for the past 5+ years but I love big, wet flakes as they blanket the ground. I love the sound of fresh snow crunch as you walk along the streets. I love the look of a fresh snowfall void of footprints and tire marks. I can even live with chilly temperatures. I have no problem throwing on a winter coat and scarf (a must in London, both for fashion and warmth!) and trudging through the rain. I, however, am quickly learning that I do not like short days. Winter has hardly even began and I am already wondering when Spring will arrive!