While the temperature is cold, there is still a fog hanging over the city that has blurred out the tops of the Högalidskyrkan steeples while leaving a frost on the trees.
Yesterday I ate lunch in Paris. Today I am back home in Stockholm. Oh well. When we landed at Arlanda last night, the temperature was -12 C (10F) but there was this amazing fog that left everything looking like it had been sprayed with a can of that 1970s fake snow, only better. The frosty fog look has continued today and I can’t help but wonder why I did not travel somewhere warm and sunny for the holidays. When I left Cincinnati, it was 6C (20 F) and there was about eight inches of snow on the ground. Here it is even colder and there is much more snow on the ground. I have swapped one frosty location for another. For my next trip, I need to upgrade on weather.
And I think I also need to go somewhere in my same time zone. To try to get rid of the fuzzy brained feeling I was having thanks to jet lag, I walked to the gym at lunch today. On the way there, I felt even worse thanks to the “exertion” of walking. But after a spinning class, I feel slightly more intelligent.
As I was walking home, a group of women passing by was taking up the entire sidewalk. I was directly next to a building and there was nowhere for me to move to let them by. The woman directly next to me paid no attention to the situation and without apology plowed into me, thus knocking my gym bag off of my arm and to the ground. That is so typically rude I though to myself as I actually laughed and thought: welcome home to Stockholm. As I then passed by a local park, I noticed a clothesline strung up with single mittens and gloves, a scarf and a hat. Someone had obviously taken the time to hang the line so that owners could find their missing snow gear. And again I smiled and thought, welcome home.
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