115: May Morning In the North

There is still snow. It fills the cracks and potholes in the road, and lies heavy in the ditches. White sunbeams pierce through the clouds, but they are pale and scattered. March and April have come and gone with yet more snow. Frost coats the windscreens. Indoor dogs come out to perch on three legs while they do their business, then bound back inside to warm their paws before the fireplace. A robin pauses on a naked birch-branch. I tilt my head back and exhale a white cloud. As I inhale, the air burns in my nose and sends a shiver down my spine.

Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad on Instagram)