Its four pm when we arrive at the cabin. The light glows promisingly through the trees that - decorated in white - are towering into the dark winter sky. Here the sun goes down in the early afternoon, its dark, and the fog covers everything mysteriously.
While Cecilie is standing by my side as I'm making my first strides on skis, Ace went ahead. One has to heat up the cabin that hasn't been visited in months, take care of fresh water, clear the way, take care of everything. I only hit the ground three times when we make out a light through the trees and leave the road to the left into the trees soon afterwards.
The image above awaits us. The bright light welcomes us. And even though its not warm yet I'm already very comfortable here, I feel welcome. And I'm already covered for next Christmas in regards to stereotypical greeting cards.
