The air of Orsa always seems to breathe fresh life into us, although we feel so tired whenever we are there. When we arrived four days ago it was cold, but still above freezing. A blazing log fire and all the radiators on and the cottage was soon warm and cosy. It was, of course, dark when we arrived at 6 in the evening. But the days that followed were gloriously clear. The night before last snow fell and we woke to a landscape covered with white. Even if the days were short there were still plenty of hours to be outdoors, in the fields and woods, along the cascading creek, dragging jagged sheets of broken ice out of the nearly empty dam where we swam in the summer. After dark we were indoors playing games, watching videos, eating and sleeping. We also managed a trip to the indoor pool at Mora, and an hour of ten-pin bowling down in the village. It was a bright autumn break before winter sets in; now begins the countdown to Christmas.