Livets ånde

The cure I know to help against grumpy days and everything just not working is long drives and the ice.

Ice froze all over the windows on a morning of -27°, and then I met the best of that in the middle of nowhere, on the centre of a lake in total silence except the deep sounds of the ice itself.

The beauty and the comfort of the ice is beyond any kind of comprehension I have. I stayed for hours walking from uncovered patch to uncovered patch in an endless and aimless wandering. The wind created such beautiful and fragile textures in the snow and the ice sang almost endlessly. It didn’t matter to me when the batteries died, I just wanted to stay out there for ever.