The Good Light

There is sometimes good light in London in December. I do not mean those mornings when the low sun shimes into your eyes so brightly that you cannot see, but the late morbings when the light is heavy and still and Christmas is in the weather close by.

A wonderful quiet December day

 I am writing this on the shortest day of the year, and will upload it later, in case the festivities overcome my task of commenting on something almost every day. 

I have written so much about the weather, and always, I see, in the gloomiest terms. Well today has been a wonderful quiet December day. The sky has been cloudless and I am enjoying the still peace that late December does so well, as I work in my office, glancing out of the window at the Westminster skies. 

In the next few days I shall be indulging in a little frenetic purchasing, some immodest over eating and some sentimental memories of December days that have vanished, along with some of the people with whom I spent them.