The nights are cold and long…
That’s not quite right.
The nights are cold. That much is certain as I snuggled under my multitude of blankets with several pairs of socks attached firmly to my feet and a fuzzy robe on as well. The cat snuggled down with me purrs in delight at finally being warm.
What was wrong was that the nights are not long. No, not long enough at all.
Who wants to wake up at an unholy hour and leave the warmth of their carefully built next of blankets anyway?