My left hand is getting seriously tired of always being the prey. Let's switch it up a little, shall we?
I keep trying to fool myself into thinking it's almost Spring when really it's the deep dark depths of Winter with no end in sight. It's still blustery and cold and dim and I should still be wearing a scarf even if I don't want to. If I had a plate of lovely hat and mitten cookies on the table, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.