On days like this, walking around at 11 and a half through the streets of Ålidhem (as a bit 'least populated, most secret and invitation to meditation), a magical and precious scent overwhelms me .
The cold is part of the scenario and in these moments I could not help it, it becomes the grand to have frozen hands and face sparkling.
The silence is surreal (in twenty minutes of walking I just met a lady who walked two greyhounds, and Anders back in the woods bike, probably a morning training).
The colors are what's more incredible: the sky is crystal blue, the trees are tall, white and rose gold grows on the tops of the reflections of the Sun
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