It has begun quite cold here up North; cold an very beautiful with pure, glimmering snow; pink and frosty sunsets and moonlit, white  nights – as you rarely see them anymore. I love a real winter – because it is real, and because  its strength gives a wider dimension to things.  You can not delete it, or push a button to remove it. King Winter is strong, he’ll just come, as the ambassador of nature itself, to shake us up from our sleepiness, and awaken our presence . It makes the errors of humanity seem smaller. I love it.  Come, King Winter, shake the bones of us sleepy Northerners  “not to be disturbed”. I think we need it.

Happy Wonderful New Year, folks!