The wind is strongly throwing snow flakes into my studio window as I sip my coffee. It seems someone shook the snowball that is this island and all you can see is snow flying in circles.
The wind will eventually stop and the snow will settle…
In the meantime, I’m making sourdough bread.

Hello good people,

I’m writing to you from a house surrounded by snow and the most delicious smell of condensed milk is coming into my studio from the kitchen: Tomas is cooking it from scratch…. For this, today’s message won’t be very long, I must seize the day with my loved one.