Without a mourning whisper the summer drifted and exceeded our grasp, as we carelessly slid into autumn. The days got shorter and the summer sun, with its final dying gasps, saluted us a few sorrow driven goodbyes. The endless summer nights are no longer more than a mere distant memory, and so we turn our perspective to look headstrong towards winter. The cold winter sun is still asleep when we kick-start our instinctive morning routines, and long gone when we return in the night. We daydream of warmer tides as the office hours slide through our very existence, soaking it in dreams of the winter highlights to come. Where are the festive sanctuaries that will keep us afloat and when will they come? We feel the piercing eyes of winter depression, but we cling to beacons of fortitude, hidden in the annual midnight hours ahead. We brace ourselves against the darkness and embark on a reoccurring journey, destined to take us through the cold winter and its endless attempts to shatter our spirits. The winter jackets are out, the sandals has been replaced by boots and warm shoes and the cheerful colors of the gentle summer breeze, has been locked safely in our mental vaults; winter is coming to Scandinavia.

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