I truly believe that life is lived in the small moments. It exists in a cup of coffee, a sunrise, a hot shower, a good book, Tuesday night dinner, lunch with friends, a young child crawling into your lap for a cuddle, (or in my case, a man-boy giving you a hug.) It is lived on an average winter morning when the first snow has blanketed the yard and the hoarfrost hangs in the trees. It exists in the everyday. When we begin to live in these small moments, that’s when we are truly alive.
I wrote “Once Upon a Northern Night” because I wanted to capture one of those small moments. The beauty of the north, the assurance of love that creates warmth, even on the darkest and coldest winter night. The simple truth that even when we are asleep, even when we cannot see or hear or touch, there is life and hope and love.
And we know it’s there because when we open our eyes, we can see evidence of it all around us, like imprints in the snow.
I wrote “Once Upon a Northern Night” because I wanted to capture one of those small moments. The beauty of the north, the assurance of love that creates warmth, even on the darkest and coldest winter night. The simple truth that even when we are asleep, even when we cannot see or hear or touch, there is life and hope and love.
And we know it’s there because when we open our eyes, we can see evidence of it all around us, like imprints in the snow.
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