The pleasure of the forest is intensified by the thought of the warm fireplace waiting when homeward bound.
The snow is what makes winter here, even if it means getting more food from animals: it is easier to eat vegetables throughout the rest of the year.
Luckily, there is cheese to go with the wine and fish frozen in the snow - perhaps a bit rash but bears should be asleep and I have not seen any lynx or foxes.
And the cheese melts nicely in a pot over the fire, as the fish does wrapped in tinfoil. Both go well with beer, and beer goes well with Latvian women, well-used to long winters, wrapped in rugs in front of the fireplace. I mean one only of course, and well -wrapped after her nude sprint from the sauna through the snow to the front room, well, only room.
without the cold
the fire does not warm
and coffee loses taste
slowly you unwrap your rug
outside the trees stand firm