A white Christmas

The snow sparkled as it fell Christmas eve. Quiet & beautiful. As we walked back into town there was no cars just quiet snow decorating.

A few days before it looked like we wouldn’t get a white Christmas just a wet & muddy one. Then the snow showed up dancing in the air turning everything white. 

We ate herring, cured salmon & cured lamb. A beautiful winter feast. The kind that stays with you for days. What a great ending to 2016. Now in with the new, peaking around the corner waiting to come out. 


Cecilie E Roaldset View All →

I am a 46 year old writer and poet that just published my first collection of poetry called Greylight. I live by 3 simple rules everyday, live, laugh, love. I currently live in Norway with my husband and our dog. I adore people watching and seeing how others see the city I now live in. I hope you enjoy reading and if you ever have any feedback all is welcome.

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