As I walked through the door, icy tears down my frostbitten cheeks, drooling from my Lungplus and with my jacket covered in snot icicles, I looked sheepishly at J and hoped that I wouldn't have to cite the clause in our marriage contract that said ”for better or for worse”.
It's getting very tiresome, this ice business. Not only do I have to negotiate freezing headwinds when the temperature is -10, but I also risk either breaking a leg or twisting my ankle on the bumpy icy surfaces. The few people who were around to witness this Friday afternoon miracle saw a black-clad ninja tiptoeing on a mirror-like pool of dark ice, while sounding like Darth Vader. Without slipping. Much. And without swearing. Much.
Luckily, for my extraordinary patience and elegant ice-skating display, I was rewarded with a spectacular sunset. The sun was just sinking behind Näset as I ran by the seaside. Heavenly.