My view from the terrace is covered in white. It has snowed for a few days and a thick layer of snow – more than a dusting, this time – has brightened up the scenery. The fjord and the sky are at times one, only disrupted by the occasional cargo ship breaking its way through the ice into the dock, which we can see in the distance.
It feels like a clean and a crisp view, where all fallen leaves and bare trees have been given a brushstroke of paint. I enjoy the dramatic changes in the seasons more than ever, and find peace in the clean slate the whiteness gives!