It’s one of those nights I feel empty of words. I’ve been working on other words, and I seem to have spent them all. So I’m going to try filling back up. The fire is doing its crackle-hiss and I have a copy of NYT Sunday Styles with the Hygge article I’ve been meaning to read, Wintering the Danish Way. “Hygge is the Danish word for cozy. It is also a national manifesto, nay, an obsession expressed in the constant pursuit of homespun pleasures involving candlelight, fires, fuzzy knitted socks, porridge, coffee, cake, and other people. But no strangers, as the Danes, apparently, are rather shy.” I mean, really, how am I not Danish?
Have a cozy evening, dear ones.
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