And so finally, it came: winter. I don’t need to ask myself if I’ve longed for it anymore. The sight of branches covered in snow, people with sleighs and that orange pink December sun gave me a smile as big as my face that lasted the whole day.
Since my ankle doesn’t allow me to ski, I had to come up with other ideas of how to make the most out of that white fluff.
Apparently, riding your bike in 20 cm of new snow turns you into a 4 year old. I don’t remember the last time I giggled so much, or the last time I sat on my ass so many times.
To make the transition complete, I challenged my two nieces on a sleigh race down Bräntberget. I think I laughed even more than they did. But then again, they’re 9 and 11, and I had retarded to 4…