It was finally the city of Bergen's turn to get a dusting of the snow that the rest of Europe has been enjoying. Not much to start with but plenty enough to having me grinning like a kid at Christmas. An afternoon stroll along the icy ridge was in order, relishing the change in the cityscape's palette and racing the short daylight hours.
The city looked great. Monochromatic. Tendrils of mist reaching in out in every direction from the icy lakes and lagoons. Chimneys lazily puffing away. Descending back into the city the gloaming was studded with golden points of light. The smell of wood smoke and cooking filled the still, cold air. Time to clean the skis and look forward. Oh yeah.
