SOLANA
After we had finished our dinner, we put the utensils used in the sink to sort out later and took the dessert, a tray of chocolate covered strawberries, out of the fridge. I grabbed Ama's hand, leading her out of the cottage.
The ground was still laden with snow, we are in the Swedish Mountain range in February after all, and I closed my eyes, tiny flames springing up around us, the now lit candles in jars on the ground leading us off towards Lake Friningen.
"What have you planned now?" Ama says, delight in her voice at the next surprise.
"You'll see," I say, smiling back at her, before heading off down the lit pathway. We walk down the meandering path, the snow softly glowing from the candles, before we reach the lake. The ice crust is still solid, the lake will remain compl
