It has been the most beautiful winter week I can ever recall from my years in Denmark. Each morning the landscape outside my windows looked as if taken from a page of a fairytale book.
The temperatures have been below freezing and almost ever day we received fresh snow. Today is a stunning sunny day, bitterly cold but vind-still. The sun is now on its lowest position in the sky, barely reaching above the horizon. I can just about see it out of my windows, as it casts its golden glow across the packed snow, sending us into an unusual daylight.
The day lasts only a few hours, but it's light lifts my spirits in an uncommon way, as it brings back memories of my childhood. The time of cold and clear winters, spend in the mountains, where the air was fresh and the snow ever so present.
This is the winter weather that I love. The enchanted winter that defines this cold season and makes it ever so appealing.