This gives a good feeling, Isabelle.
I am sitting here in the corner, after almost one hour walk. It is an old wooden cafe in traditional Norwegian style, a favourite spot for skiing enthusiasts, a category I do not belong to. I am a running and walking enthusiast. I have been thinking of visiting this cafe for a while now, the fact that it is not reachable by cars or any other transport means I would have to walk the 4 km long skiing slope to reach the destination and then walk the same distance back.
The weather is lovely though, the sun shining on the fine sugar-like snow, it is all peaceful and harmonious.
It is a bit weird waking amongst all the skiers. I encountered people of different age going up and downhills, their movements flexible and smooth. Some children were exceptionally good at going uphills. No single movement was excessive and wasted.
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.