I love wrapping up in front of the hearth, a stack of books at hand, a basket with knitting and quilting, music playing. Dreaming. Snuggling. Give me mugs of tea and hot chocolate, and my roots would start growing. There and then.
Viking blood runs in my veins though, and life can't only be lived indoors. I unwrap myself from all the cosiness, and wrap up in wool and fur and thick boots. It is time for some fresh air. My world is cold. Icy cold. My world is beautiful.
How is your winter for the moment?
