When my trip across Asia ended, I flew back to Freya, straight into a real winter. It always feels surreal to leave one world and land in another ✈️ The air is sharper, the light paler, rain replaced by snow ❄️ Everything seems wrapped in something thick and protective, as if the city is holding its breath.

Luckily I carried plenty of sun back with me ☀️ so I’m not fighting the season, just sinking into its beauty. Even harsh northern winters have a kind of elegance.

What about Freya? She’s as energetic as ever and embraces any weather, as long as she gets to run to her heart’s content ❤️‍🔥🐕