Brightly shines over the leaden mist the liquid blue sky and from behind it slowly emerge the mountains of snowy white clouds.
The fireplace is lit, but the air still bites. The house slowly warms up after a frosty night. Gosh, it feels wonderful that the knitted socks keep the night’s warmth.
The party this evening promises to be hilarious and convivial.
But now there is a silence and calm before the noisy gathering.
And you can find the hidden volume of Byron on the bookshelf and while everybody is still sleeping – reread the unforgettable lines.
Sleepy winter morning is smiling through the foggy window.
In just a moment the rhythmic knocking of a sawing machine will chase away the melancholy of the night.
Time will pass fleeting, bringing the emotions of the coming party.
Life is a constant change of moods, a never ending sequence of calm and anxiety, sadness and joy, warm socks in the winter’s morning and hilarious costumes in the evening

Socks are worked cuff down and the left and the right foot socks are worked as mirror images of each other