By Christmas Day, I was worn out. I went to lunch and coffee downtown, then came back to pack for a trip. It didn't seem much like Christmas, but then it never does here anyway.
I got up 4:30 a.m. the day after Christmas, got ready, and headed to the train station.
I rode a high-speed train (299 km per hour was the fastest speed I saw) towards the north. I saw lots of snow and ice. Above is a icy lake in a snow-covered landscape.
The cold weather just makes me want to take a long nap.
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