White Powder
Bloody hell! This morning I popped into work to tie up some unfinished business from last week. The snow--or more properly the heaps of grubby ice accumulated at the side of the road--was melting nicely.
When I came out of the office a couple hours later to walk back home there was a Siberian wind blowing sharp, dry snow into my face.
It can get fecking cold here sometimes. I know that it's like 'duh, you're in Sweden, dude', but I'm just saying, y'know? I dress differently here. I wear a woolly hat to stop my ears falling off when I never used to. Keeping warm is more of a priority than it's ever been for me.
When I came out of the office a couple hours later to walk back home there was a Siberian wind blowing sharp, dry snow into my face.
It can get fecking cold here sometimes. I know that it's like 'duh, you're in Sweden, dude', but I'm just saying, y'know? I dress differently here. I wear a woolly hat to stop my ears falling off when I never used to. Keeping warm is more of a priority than it's ever been for me.