Pitch black.

It's 16.14 in the afternoon and the world outside has gone pitch black. Winter time in Scandinavia. Snow has been falling again today and together with the snow from a couple of days ago it lies covers some parts of the ground. The fact that it's staying and not melting int to water when it hits the ground tells me it's cold outside. In Stockholm this would not be that cold, and this would not be considered a lot of snow. But for Copenhagen I feel obliged to claim both. And a thought just hit me. Why live in a cold and dark country like this? All my life I've claimed that I live here because it's were I was born and therefor have my life, family and friends. But I realised that it doesn't work as an explanation any more. I moved. Abroad. So I could have gone anywhere. But I moved to another Scandinavian country and here I am still in cold and darkness. But I guess this is life. To be hit by beauty and fall in love. And those feelings can not be controlled. And I'm in love with Copenhagen still. And at least once a day her beauty hits me and fills me with joy. And I'm i love with the beauty of white winter days and never ending summer nights in Scandinavia. So I am not complaining. Just stating the fact that my clock show 16.21 and outside my window is solid darkness.