"I love it when the sun colours the sky and the sea, when the mist wraps the stunted cucumbers of the marsh in its shroud, when the lingonberry blossoms blush in the lichen.

I love the smell of the canvas forest, the firmness of a snapper, the licking of wood under a pot of coffee.

I dream of a sailboat, a tree house and a perch. I'm looking forward to cranberries and flakes of freezing snow. Summer in particular and toes in the beach sand.

I respect the storm, the glacial streaks in the rock and the palpable soul of the pine trunk.

I understand that."