Wishing for the light

Now don't get me wrong, I loves me some autumn and winter but my soul is desperate for bright, brilliant, awe inspiring sunshine. We wake up and it's dark, we go to bed and it's dark.. Dark, dark, dark like a seemingly endless night.

I'm turning as many lights on as I can; wall lights, ceiling lights, table lamps, fairy lights and let's not forget some beautiful candlelight. All in the vain hopes that some of it might permeate through my dull eyes. They say that the eyes are the doorway to the soul - that's perhaps why I keep holding my head skyward and squinting as hard as I can to find the ever illusive sun.

I shouldn't be moaning, life is good - beautiful children, happy home, awesome husband, crocheting to be done, lovely foods to be cooked and eaten to celebrate this Christmas... See, I've stopped moaning - taken stock of the goodness and moved on.