ice on the windshield

It was freezing last night. This morning, I had to scrape the ice of the windows of my car before I could drive to work. We are heading into the season when I cannot help myself wondering why I want to live in Norway.

The sami have eight seasons, not four. I think it makes a lot of sense. In my mind, you have pleasant fall and spring, and wet and dark and useless fall and spring, between warm and snow. We are heading into the dark again.

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