Weather & Escaping Into A Book
"It's a cruddy day," I say to the cats (who already know because they are being forced to eat turkey with butternut squash instead of the quail they liked yesterday).
"But I'm in Celta!" And I'm looking forward to the book after a week and a half away, then I recall the opening and say, "It's a cruddy day in Celta, too..."
Yes, I escape into books and sometimes I escape into mine. It's mid-February in Celta, just like today, and gray with a nasty wind and cold and Signet is standing on the cliff looking down at the sea. At least it's not MY birthday...
But I know in the book that the weather will warm and flowers will be out in the next couple of days and in the next hour Signet's life will change, and that makes me smile.
So may you enjoy the books you're reading now.