Little pictures from our house this morning. We are off for winter break and the kids are somewhere in between happy and naughty all the time; playing happily one minute, tearing the house apart the next, and I suppose this is how it is.
I have been tired and forgetful lately. Here, at the tail end of winter, I notice how much happier I am when the sun is out, which it hasn’t been much these past few months. Ah, Scandinavia, you are a harsh mother sometimes. And Danish winters have always felt worse than Norwegian winters; the lack of snow and constant damp is getting to me. I grew up with endless months of snow and bitter storms in the arid North and it took years before I realised why the biscuits always go soft in my cupboard here.
It has been an exceptionally mild winter and still I long for spring. Last winter I was running three times a week, long runs on the weekends, shorter runs in the evenings on weekdays, preparing for the half marathon I was going to run in March. Which I did run in March, on the first warm day of 2014. This winter has not been that much about running and certainly not about the same number of miles, but I have been training outside in a park most Tuesdays along with a group of other runners. Despite the cold and dark it has felt like an injection of happiness each time. And now it is getting brighter every day. Soon we will be training in daylight.