For a warm-blooded mammal who has been been spoiled by sunshine and summer heat in a tropical archipelago, winter is a fairy tale.
As a tropical creature, I’ve always wondered how it would feel to see a snowflake, to be surrounded by bright piles of solidified liquid from the sky, to watch all those tiny dandruff-like stuff fall into someone else’s shoulders. It must be magical.
Finally… one day… I stopped wondering.
It was a relaxed morning in Groningen. My body clock hasn’t adjusted to the time zone yet so I woke up way earlier than Maui. It was still too dark…