The weather is beautifully sad. It is the kind of beauty which would stop you from taking pictures of it. It forces me to remain indoors and makes me appreciate the warmth and my cup of tea much more than I would normally. One can keep looking at the swerving sheets of snowflakes and not get bored, as books and research papers lay strewn, neglected, on the floor.

Last sip of tea. It gets darker. I have to study.