It’s almost 12 years since I moved up north and I do like it here. The mountains are wild and gorgous, the people is nice and frank, the history of rebellion and multietnicity speaks to me and it rains less than in the western part of the country where I was raised.
Despite all this, I never get quite used to it. When it gets darker during fall, I always tend to feel down. And when the sun only takes short breaks and makes daylight last for both day and night, I get confused at first. And on top of it all, I find myself in the mood of spring when we suddenly get a lot of snow.
Yes, the weather is on every lips these days. It’s not unusual with snow in may, but it always seems weired anyway. Right now the birds are singing, the sun has just set (just to reappear in a few hours) and there’s ca. 20 cm of snow outside. I guess it sounds a lot more crazy to those who don’t live here. After all, I can see it with my own eyes. I’ll try to show you how it looks here, in real time: