walking white

Soft, powdery snow. I walked out of my house on an impulse, pulling on a coat, boots and a beanie over my nearly-pyjamas outfit.

A child is sitting on a toboggan, singing "björnen sover, björnen sover i sitt lugna bo..." and I remember playing that game in a backyard a long time ago. The song calms me. The brilliant sunshine calms me.

The marina is empty of boats and already frozen over. The mist is playing with the bleak midday sun and shadows are long.

Everyone is a photographer when winter is posing.