I just came home from the most amazing ski trip (is that even what you call it? My dictionary won't provide me with a good translation) ever! After my mother came home from work today, we just decided that "okay, there's snow, for once. Let's go skiing." So we drove to the nearest lighted ski trail. Except it turned out it wasn't lighted. Everybody else there had brought headlights, but me and my mum just walked the track in the dark. And it was so cool!!!
The moon is really bright tonight, so most of the time we didn't even have any trouble seeing where we were going. Anyway, what made the whole thing so awesome was that since we didn't have bright headlights with us, we could see everything around us much more clearly. And I swear it was like in the fairy-tales - the snow almost glowed in the moonlight, and the forest was so dark, there could be anything hiding out there and you would never know. Furthermore, everything was completely quiet except for our own breathing and the creaking of the snow. Except for when we were passed by other skiers, that is. And when we were, and if they had headlights with them, the whole world started sparkling for a split second, and it was just magical.
(Can you tell that I'm feeling poetic today? And also that I like depicting surroundings and atmospheres?)