I spend a lot of time watching, snow falling like flakes of gold, snowflakes falling like pieces of a puzzle, it´s really mesmerising, it really is.
Take a look.
My neighbour, who was out early this morning took this picture of our cabin (white smoke, midle of picture)
Later we went out on the lake ourselves. Following the animals track to whereever they would lead us.
Scattering snowangels all over the place, all over the lake.
The animal tracks led us into the forest where the sun lives.
We studied ice
Home is where the hearth is (as my neigbourg says)
Certain daily chores comes to mind but really we are in hibernation, really we gather around the fire. Minus 26something. I sleep a lot. I eat a lot.
Living on a southbendt slope means the world in the wintertime. Not only the view, but the light and the heat from the sun. I treassure (it) a lot.
And cocoa. From the caribean. My daughter went and fetched in on a sailboat without engine, sailing by the wind. You can support her company. They´re trying to do things differently.
I like my life.
I can´t believe it.
Of course I need to work somtimes, like on january the 28 when I will do a collaborative talk with Michelle Hviid. But january the 28 is still so far away. I sleep. I eat. I walk. I chop wood. I drink cocoa. I stare out the windows. I sleep. Sleep. I tend to the bones. I tend to the fire. I tend to the ice. I sleep.