Saturday. 11:00 in the morning. When looking out of the window, there is no contrast to be seen . Everything seems to be wrapped in a uniform white glow. Falling down in large flakes, the snow is settling a white blanket all over the mountain. Outside, the ski tracks have disappeared; so have our bearings. The horizon has become imperceptible. In front of the crackling chimney fire, feeling nostalgic about the day before, we appreciate this moment of calm during the storm. Yet, the irresistible desire to go outside catches up with us.