Laziness thrives so well when the weather's like this - cold, wet and velvety. The deep slumbers of night haven't left your eyes yet, but intuition and itinerary dictate you to get up from the heavenly bed sheets. Sluggishly, you float to the kitchen and make your first sip of creative fuel. And you sit here, in front of a white canvas, waiting for words to spill from your hands. Creativity is elusive when you're in this mood.