About a month ago, our little corner of the fjord had been frozen for weeks so we went out walking on it. I was a bit nervous, but there were a couple of other people out there, ice fishing, and the previous weekend I’d watched from our window a man skating the length of it. Felix went first, then Antonia, and finally I joined them with Julius in the carrier. It was a very strange feeling, seeing the land curve around us, and stepping on the hint of transparent grey in thick ripples under the thin covering of snow. It seemed we were walking on a cloud.