We were sick and tired of waking in the mornings too frightened to peel back the covers, so we bought a small boat from an old weathered fisherman, and sailed north...
The sea was rough and at first it made us feel queasy. The days were long and the nights were endless but still we sailed on. We sailed for 57 days without sight of land, but on the 58th we found ourselves tying up our boat in a little harbour.
The people we met were very friendly. They helped us find somewhere to live and even to fix the walls and the roof. They told us that in the winter we would be needing strong walls and a good roof. We painted it sky blue and called it home.
Our days are spent making things for people who need them. In the summer evenings we go out and walk until well into the early morning as the sun hardly sets. In the winter we put on our sturdy snow boots, go out for warming drinks and talk about how happy we are.
Sometimes I like to go to the kaffibarinn on my own and remember how it used to be and know how lucky I am to be here. On the way home I think of what my friend once told me, "At this moment there are 12,674,523 snowflakes falling."
...the freshly-fallen snow creaks under my feet.