Some may call it a dull grey day, I call it Winter. A few degrees below, overcast, snow in the air and fresh snow on the ground. On with the skis, and out in the forest. I skiied about 17 km, which is probably the longest I’ve ever done (yeah fine it’s not much, but it’s much for me!) and I was dead beat when I got home. But oh so happy!
Experience the big moments in the silence of the nature. It's a drop of rain on a small flower, it's a beam of light in the dark forest, it's the fox tracks on a glistening snow cover in the spring. Nature speaks its language without words and it is here in this silence where I find my own voice, my way of expressing the beauty I see around me while I explore the wonders of nature.