Heightened senses and the unrelenting perfection of nature

Warm days in passing sunshine have given way to consistently cold nights. Being woken up in the middle of the night to pounding rain on the metal roof or strong winds blowing through the birch forests, rolling over and feeling my cold nose and toes is quintessentially this cabin for me. Isn’t it just the ultimate cosiness to feel that cold and curl up harder, pulling the blanket right up to your face and tucking it under your feet at the other end?

Mornings begin in that uncomfortable minute between coming out from the covers in my pyjamas to sitting in front of the lighted wood stove downstairs. Coffee and home baked cinnamon rolls follow.

Late evening walks and floats on the lake, both by paddle and gas motor, have showcased nature in truly special ways. The smells of the forests here are something that can never ever, ever fully be understood and appreciated without being experienced. It is truly divine.

So while I still strongly crave those endless hours of sleep, this is the beginning that I very much needed.

Perfect afternoon fika