What I love about snow

- the way it sings under my feet when I walk on it on a cold day

- how it transforms even familiar objects into something fairy-like and mysterious

- its wintery fragrance

- its beautiful colours

- the way it softens the world

- the way it receives all the meager light our winter sun sends forth and then gives it back manifold

- how it falls in soft swirls and stays on my eyelashes

- the enchanting fact that each snowflake is unique

First snowfall

It happened yesterday. I woke up in the morning (having gone to bed in dreary November rain) to find the world beautifully transformed into shades of blue and white... How much more light there is in a world of snow!

After nearly five months of not writing in this blog I can cast a short, retrospective glance over my shoulder and state that my fluctuating level of stress has come down markedly; I have made a new friend; I have unexpectedly developed a slight interest in interpretation; I have learned a lot of Tauno Palo and Ansa Ikonen; I have re-discovered my love for knitting.

(Oh, I almost forgot: I have taken the first step on my way to stardom. Two weeks ago an article I wrote was published in Tammerfors Aktuell, a fortnightly publication in Swedish here in Tampere. I wrote it, ME, and in SWEDISH! Truth be told, it was corrected first by my teacher and after that even by the editor, but it was my name that stood in the paper!)