Each winter as I open the trunk and smell the warm clothes that have been aching to be worn I think of you: the winter sun. I think of the ways you would fool with me, showing up only when you please. I lie in my cosy bed detesting the thought to leave because I know that when I’ll draw the curtains and look for you, I will lose in this game of hide ‘n’ seek. But soon I push myself to leave the behind the cosiness of my warm blanket and get ready to face the chill. I slip into my fancy boots and wrap a lovely scarf around my neck; matching them up with the most colourful clothes I have. I know you would play the old trick on me and paint the skies grey, making me sad. So, I dress up in hues of cheerful orange and I face the brittle breeze and step on the ground so cold. I know this is just the beginning of the game because the call of the winter is still so fresh but don’t worry for I’ll play along till you please because I have taken out my colourful pegs: a few dark brown chocolate chips, a fuchsia Pashmina shawl, a piping hot yellow corn on the cob and a set of ear muffs dotted with chirpy flowers.

We’re almost there. Ready to bid goodbye to the winter sun. Until it lasts, let’s take in the tender warmth, wrap ourselves in Pashminas, and sip on hot coffee…