Bliss --- today is my first day out for a walk after I twisted my right ankle while doing a head stand. My foot had sent up a white flag, and I was therefore like a bird in a cage for the past two weeks.
It was – 17 degree Celsius (1.4 degree Fahrenheit) in the morning. Stepping out with my winter boots, I took a deep inhale and allowed fragrance of the Nordic air to enter and penetrate my Being. I stuffed my gloved hands in my pockets, curled my head to my chest, and set foot into the woods.
The solid crunch of my winter boots against the white snow filled the crisp air with a relaxing and chanting sound, which scratched a primal itch that reminded me of a delicious smell --- the aroma of Swiss dark chocolate waffles.
I slowly and deeply took an inhale: mmmmh, w-a-f-f-l-e. Then I crunched loud and crunched merry deep into the white Finnish woods.
Why merry? You are so slow...
ReplyDeleteGood to hear from you out in Nordic land, but 1.4 degrees sounds COLD!
ReplyDeleteI'm now craving waffles. Thanks for that.
mmmmh, crunch, crunch, and crunch. Come visit me and I will make you a waffle :-))
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