The last December days were short and cold. We got six days of dry white snow and good skiing. At 2pm the faint sun disappears behind the horizon. It's getting dark when the lifts close an hour later.
And then the after ski starts, with a variety of options; pubs and bars with dance music, discotheques and live dinner shows.
I rather relax in the cabin with a warm lingonberry or cloudberry drink and a good book. This Christmas vacation, I finished two:
The Hypnotist. Quite an original story with some unexpected twists, from the shelf of Scandinavian crime, written by Alexander and Alexandra Ahndoril under the pseudonym of Lars Kepler.
Life Short, Rytkönen Long. Absurdism from Finnland by Arto Paasilinna. The book wasn't bad, some really funny moments, but didn't match The Son of the Thunder God, I think.
That's my after ski >:)
I took the picture above on a cold and clear day on the slopes this Christmas. The low sun is flaming in the frozen forest, before disappearing behind the horizon.
