Cross country skiing to new cabins high in the snow capped mountainous Norwegian ranges. Clubbing till all hours in Lillehammer as the snow falls outside. Making snow angels on the side of the road. Eating strange food and drinking hot tea. Skiing down steep slopes in fog, seeing only short distances in front, guessing the route. Falling. Laughing. Visiting friends of friends in huge lavish mansions, complete with Christmas rooms. Chatting by the fire in a mix of language, full with laughs. Wearing thermals over tights in the car. Cold, hot, cold, hot. Losing jerseys in bars. Rising as the sun sets.
Brown cheese. Berries. Skiing. Christmas trees.
SNOW.
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