...even at 8 am! Which is early for someone born in the north like I am. Well, this beautiful pink view helps me some to get out of bed in the morning. It's particularly hard these days - the very week before the Christmas vacation. My colleagues and I are all weary to our bones. Surviving is the message - living is for another time. Well, at least I managed to find some time to write these lines and also to bake some St Lucy-bread (lussekatter) together at a friend's. Have a deep look into those tired eyes of mine...