Winter is there. In the morning. Cold has opended the doors of Belgium, since around this Monday. My nose and ears were going to burst, due to this freezing weather! Usually, I get up early in the morning to take the train where it is overheated (but fortunately not too crowed because it is too early) and then go out in the darkness to walk through a cold light fog. I dislike that. I felt like an ice cube! During this painfull walk, I went toward the botanic garden, to walk on the pillow of grasses, but, as it was frozen, it was strange, less comfortable but quite funny in fact. It was like a doormat, rougher and I was amused by the strange feeling. As usual, I looked at the sky, which was peaceful as the fog was disappearing and the sun was getting up. The colours were beautiful :) some blue and soft red :) I also looked at the trains, as the rails are parallel to the road. It is a bit as they would walk with me. The straight trains are special because of its lighted windows. I call its "chromosom train" because the windows are disposed like that :P Unfertunately, when the winder comes I feel more like a marmot so that I can't get up easily! I love my bed and each time it is getting more hard to leave it empty :P I think it should be forbidden to oblige people to get up when it is dark :P Anyway, get courage!