snowyO snow, thou art warm.
Someone said to me that the bleak, depressing part of winter is not now, in the cold, but earlier in winter, before the solstice, when the days are getting darker. Now, when it’s -8 degrees, the snow, a white blanket, brings more reflective light. Also, each day now is a little brighter, leading to spring. Oslo folk found a way to love the snow. They go cross-country skiing on the well-lit tracks outside the city.

Cold air in the lungs?
Back when I was in the International Summer School, we drove up to the mountains so the Africans could touch snow for the first time. They seemed to enjoy themselves, although, in a way, they knew it of old: they had all had previous contact with refrigeration! And as I knew I’d have months of the stuff ahead, I didn’t get out of the bus.

Barry Kavanagh writes fiction, and has made music, formerly with Dacianos.

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