A New Day

There is one delightfully unexpected characteristic of Sweden in Winter. It's not the interminable aspect of it or that one day can be tantalizingly near zero and the next miles from it. No, the birds in Sweden are quite vocal despite the freezing, often dreary weather. If I don't look out the window, I could swear it were spring. Maybe I just never listened in America, but do the birds sing in winter?

Today is a new day because the sun is shining so forcefully through my window that I had to lower the blinds. There are whispy dry clouds in the sky, devoid of portending snow. The air is fresh and crisp and for the first morning in a long while, I'm waking up without a sinus infection. Huzzah!

This morning I will attend a seminar for a class. We will be discussing (or debating) the effects of culture and history on transition economies. Very interesting but a topic difficult for my liberal arts mind to navigate. The only answer I managed to scrape together these past two weeks is: maybe?

I hope you enjoy the new banner photo. That is an 8am in Flogsta, the view from my building. It's a far cry from 8am in January or December. "Let there be light!"

Love and best wishes from Sweden.