What was particularly good in Stockholm is surprisingly the weather — a real classic — frost and sun. The air between the islands was so transparent that it seemed like a huge high resolution poster of the city was hanged in front of the eyes — the picture was so clear and frosty sharp.
Clanging air masses were rolling between the islands carrying the smell of mulled wine, ginger biscuits and the Baltic Sea through the city.
These invisible ice crystals legions were painting seafront buildings with blinding rays immersing them in a fresh bluish sky and the cold windows were merging with it in the endless game of reflecting each other passing on the baton of the day.
And in the evening, having played enough in the transparent purity, islands were offering their flanks to the quietly dying white snow crystals completing another game.
Have a good day, MarrySav!)
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