The winter in the mountains has a wide range. From the cold frosty nights of late autumn, the newly fallen snow and the cold fresh air. The evening sky becomes an even deeper and deeper blue and the northern lights start dancing across the sky. Then comes midwinter, deep and often snowy, chilly but rarely inclement because of the dry air. The hours of daylight become less and less and soon only a pink shimmer colours the mountain tops for a short while. Because of the snow the darkness isn’t so complete. A moonlight night in January is a magic experience with the trees casting long shadows upon the snow covered grounds.
In February the sun returns, more powerful by the day. The light becomes strong and dazzling and soon the sun shines day and night. Travelling upon the cold snow whilst bathing in the warm sunlight is pleasant and affirming. That’s when life up in the mountains is as its best.
The summers often start fumble and slow. The snow is fading and the mountain streams fill up with icy meltwater. The migratory birds return, the reindeer start moving up the mountains and the fox cubs come out from the safety of the nest to explore the world. All of a sudden nature explodes from its frozen state into full bloom. Sometimes all of this feels like it’s happening over night. The summer is the time when the days literally become endless and you can experience the midnight sun.
Late summer the mountains start to colour with yellow, orange and red like a sparkling oil canvas. Clear and inviting. The autumn is a natural pleasure of the best kind.