With love. (Rush Hour.)
On my commute this morning, the slight frost on the ground caused me to spare a thought for the commuters over in Russia, I read an article about it recently.
From Dec- mid Jan Russians experience day long winter nights, with the sun only glowing very faintly for a short while around midday. Along with the distinct lack of sunshine, temperatures often reach -40C, a (literally) skin freezing temperature. Outdoor activity is minimal, and the cities and towns are virtually empty. The flickering lights in high-rise concrete flats, and ghostly foot-prints in the snow are the only evidence of human life.
These brutal icey conditions beat in the veins of the nations art, literature and psyche. It is something which I have always been fascinated with, although I prefer to centre my thoughts on the romance of enduring a hardship rather than the difficult reality of it. I just like to think of the fur hats and copious amounts of vodka.
(photo by Simon Roberts)
(illustration by Ivan Bilibin from Russian Wondertales)
Happy first of February everyone! Spring isn't far now.