winter landscape

For now I don't think I need to be like Mother Teresa. For now I think it's enough to just be alive. Being alive is pretty cool. It rocks, actually.

Some days I don't feel alive. Working days, nights and evenings, different times each week, messes ones life up a bit. It is a little exhausting.

But when walking through a Swedish winter landscape with trees laden with bristling white snow one is alive. Yeah, truly alive. Blissful winter, oh so hated, oh so loved...