A couple of weeks ago we had this completely magical snowy week here in Stockholm. It was the perfect kind of snowy; dry, very cold and with a clear blue sky and bright sun overhead. (Believe me, us Swedes are very particular with what is considered "good snowy weather" and "bad snowy weather", and this was pretty much the best version there is.) I took my dachshund Arthur for a walk in the snow out by Artipelag, a conceptual art gallery and restaurant about a 20 min drive from my home.
There are two beautiful hiking trails running along the coast line, and I chose the one which is harder to hike, because it was pretty much deserted. The other trail (more of a boardwalk actually) was very crowded, and not at all what I was feeling up to. The wind was completely still and after I had walked for a while the tracks ahead of me stopped (people had turned around), so Arthur and I hiked through completely fresh and untouched snow. It was so peaceful and quiet, like the world had been wrapped in cotton.
On the farther part of the peninsula that jots out into the sea we found an abandoned cottage. It was the perfect spooky setting because it was so still and quiet. Therefore, when I approached it and a couple of birds suddenly burst flying out from one of the windows, I almost had a heart attack. Thought I was gonna get eaten by a Swedish sasquatch or smt! Anyways, we walked to the end of the trail and headed back while the sun set, and all I could think about is how I wanted to remember this day. How good it was and how important it is to keep these days close, for later, when life is harder. I think that's how to survive life. - Emily