Persephone, captured and detained by Hades in the underworld, ate six pomegranate seeds. Each seed represented a month of darkness for the world, so there are six months of cold, harsh winter (some versions say four; whatever floats your boat). When these months are over, she is released from the underworld and her mother Demeter makes it spring again.
That myth is one of my favorites.
One good thing about the onset of winter is the food, specifically the fruit. Hello pomegranates + grapefruit.
The darkness before dinner caught me off guard; likewise, waking up after the sun was strange. Of course today the sun never really came out. The sky was completely grey, the way I like it. It even sprinkled for a few minutes on the bus, but no real rain came out of it.
Tea and writing.
Right now I feel pretty awful. My throat is sore, I feel warm (fever? I refuse to believe it!) and I'm soooo tired. All I want for Christmas is to sleep forever. I wish I was Sleeping Beauty.
Current Word Count: 6,054
Yes, I am still somewhat woefully behind, but I'm doing my best.