#shortsol

For much of winter, the world is dark and cold and dreary. There's wind and rain and a lacklustre attempt at snow from the british weather, and the sky always seems to be grey and muted and generally dismal. For much of winter, Avery goes about bitter as the wind and complains that the sun seems to far away. For one short week in winter, the country lights up in a thousand colours, a hundred glowing wonders that dance for a week long winter festival, impatiently waiting for Shortsol to bring bonfires and roasted chestnuts and toasted marshmallows and flamework displays and family gatherings.