I like snow. This is not news, since I come from a relatively cold spot on earth. So today, when I went cross-country skiing on a different spot on earth which is slightly less cold on average, I thought to myself: snow is nice. I often tell myself to "simplify, simplify" according to the Thoreauvian tradition, and judging on the complexity level of this particular thought, I have got the message. Climbing a hill on all-weather rented skis - which, based on today's experience, I would prefer to call no-weather ones - I tasted that simple thought on my tongue and liked it. It makes more sense to me now than at the age of ten or twelve (when I routinely took part in every skiing race available in the vicinity of Ruovesi, Finland). I'm glad something does.

I've made friends with snow. It's a better friend than most people I know. To me, snow connotes warmth and safety; it is a blanket. People say snow is cold, but it makes excellent insulation. If you're not ready to take my word for it, ask the next ptarmigan (yes, I'm pretty sure this is a word) you happen to meet.

I like ice too. Ice is nice. This is not news either. Skating is fun. It's late. I'm done.

Olisipa nyt lämmin sauna. 07:59