23/12/2025
After three weeks, no sun, just all wet and dark and work. Finally there is sun, crispy fresh snow, and holiday. Life is good. Winter has many sounds and silences to it that are unique. As Knausgård writes, nothing is as silent as the forest when it snows. The silence of the winter is the acoustic version of its whiteness. And you know the sound of that new thin puddle ice cracking when you roll through it. The sharp cracks and the tingling of shatters spreading on the ice that remains.