Those who know me, know I am not too big a fan of heavy rain, snow, strong winds.
That is, if I am outside in that kind of weather.
But these last days I rediscovered that being inside, in a warm cosy house and looking out at snow falling, rain hitting the windows with great strength, snow turning into water on the street, can be rather enjoyable.
I think it is some kind of primitive feeling of being protected from the elements.
Like sitting in front of a fire inside a cave.
Like sitting in front of a fireplace in a tiny wooden house on the countryside.
Like sitting in my apartment in Moss with two small radiators heating the whole place to twenty degrees Celsius.
That is, if I am outside in that kind of weather.
But these last days I rediscovered that being inside, in a warm cosy house and looking out at snow falling, rain hitting the windows with great strength, snow turning into water on the street, can be rather enjoyable.
I think it is some kind of primitive feeling of being protected from the elements.
Like sitting in front of a fire inside a cave.
Like sitting in front of a fireplace in a tiny wooden house on the countryside.
Like sitting in my apartment in Moss with two small radiators heating the whole place to twenty degrees Celsius.
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