When I was a child, long winter nights with light reflexing on the snow where pretty much every day’s experience.
A downhill sled ride from a little hill nearby, until we couldn’t breath and our fingers were numb. Straight into the fairy tale forest. The icerink just next to our house, made by my mum, full of neighbors’ kids. And home returns, warming frozen feet on a radiator and frozen palms with a cup of tee… All the charm of snowed and frozen winter.