meditation in blue
the sound of snow crunching underfoot
at each step
The sauna is where most meditate here, and it is unusual to talk in saunas, lest the cleansing of minds as well as bodies is interrupted. Silence is such a strong feature of the landscape that when traveling further south one has to get used to the noise of people on a street or shop, or train or café all over again.
Here, one talks in hushed tones in the permanent blue winter twilight. Or perhaps the voices are not really hushed, but in this soft landscape sound is more discrete, and mellow.
And as for meditation, I prefer the open road, and movement.