Wintery weekends in Bergen

I know that there is some polar vortex right now in the US, bringing insanely cold temperatures. So I should not complain, but it is cold here. Most days don’t get above 5 degrees, and most nights go below -1. Its snowed a lot too. But there are mornings that fill you with hope. The sky is clear, turning from indigo to pale blue, a large golden moon between the rooftops.  Slowly, the sun butters the world in a mellow light, and its just so beautiful. Freezing, but beautiful.

Biking through this frosty landscape, quite literally takes your breath away. The canals are frozen, the fields look like they are covered in a vanilla glaze. Shaggy ponies eat hay, their breath forming thick white clouds. In the evening the sky looks edible; pink poofy clouds like candy.

You breathe in, it almost hurts. I sit on the radiator, chapped hands and cold feet. An owl cries somewhere, the first stars appear. And although I’m a summer girl, there is something about winter. I was born in January, after all, and there is something simple, pure and life-giving about this season.

Hello! My little Bergen update was overdue… and I’ve finally finished my reports 🙂 Have a lovely week, stay warm xx