How I Winter

Mon, 17 Nov 2025 18:53:52 +0000

It’s cold in London this week. The clocks have changed. It’s dark by 4pm and I’m thinking about winter. In mid-November the gloom still has a certain charm that will fade by March but for now the change in the weather invites introspection, relaxation, and blanket forts.

I grew up in a family that embraced coziness and romanticism like a competitive sport. I remember winter evenings as a young child in our candle-lit living room in St. Louis, all of us sitting on the perfectly ’70s avocado-green carpet, lounging on oversized pillows beside a crackling fire, eating cassoulet from long-handled stoneware soup bowls and listening to a much-loved LP of Andrés Segovia as my parents drank cider or red wine.

Winter on

How I Winter