Its almost romantic how these curtains frame the outward glance, how the window stanchions just like a grid divide the snow-covered branches outside into small fields.
I love to think back to that morning at the beginning of this year when I woke up in the middle of the Norwegian mountains, surrounded by snow and ice and endlessly tall fir trees. It was quiet – apart from the sizzling pancakes that would soon fill the cabin with their divine scent.
