I know what the northern winter is. It’s inside of me. The fluffy snow and the lonely wooden house amidst it; the cozy fire in the fireplace when the blizzard is howling outside. The next morning after this, when you go outside and see white snow in the bright winter sun.

The Christmas joy and lot of people, congratulating each other, the Christmas trees, sings and dances of this time – and this inside of me too.

The icerink full of loving couples, ice slides for children and ski runs.

I know the winter because I’m it’s incarnation. I’m a Charm of Winter.