Lake Mjøsa, Norway - view from Honne, Biri.
Lush, green, insects, flowers and grass, 21 degrees in the water, warm pleasant evenings, barbeques, scents from plants, bushes and the woods, misty air, burning hot asphalt, naked feet, nightswimming, high sun, the light on the horizon constant through the night, low voices from the neigbours´evenings, rolling around on the lawn, feet-dipping, ice-cream, green, lush.
It is full winter here now, and even if I like this time of year (too), I always look forward to the next season. T-shirt, jeans and no socks (very important), a warm terrace and open doors. Just planning the next swim in the lake. Flowers. Orange ones. Long evenings and the sun merely hiding behind the hills in the east before it shows itself again in the early hours of a new day. Summer rain. The whole world with a scent of earth, flowers and barbeques. Seasons.
So this evening we are going skiing, even though it is a far cry from the joys of summer - it is part of the present season.
Olive-oil-drenched juicy tomatoes, parsley, black pepper and chévres. White wine. Chilled. Refreshing. Like winter.
