Light snow has been falling for 8 hours. The weather app on my phone predicts a few more hours of it. Sitting at my dining room table, as I look out the east windows of The Little House, snow drifts gently north carried on a breeze from the south. It reminds me of my privilege in neither needing to work outside nor travel. Google found this "Koselig is a concept which is deeply rooted in our Norwegian culture. I would describe it as the feeling of coziness and being comfortable, but it often involves being in a social setting with others rather than being alone. It is about being content and creating a pleasant environment. It is about intimacy and warmth." Trygve and I are koselig having each other for company, though he doesn't say much, making this monosyllabic introvert seem talkative.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Too bad Frost didn't spend time on the prairie so we could have prairie poetry from him.
Takk for alt,
Al
Teachers lunch.
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