It was one of the coldest days by far. I was secretly convinced that my striped wool knee socks hold special superpowers. The minute I slip them on, I feel like I can take on the world. Good feeling to have when one is about to take on -16°C, not including the wind chill.

So there we were, with warm feet, amongst naked bodies.

Vigeland Park in Oslo is unique in several respects. It contains almost 200 statues made by sculptor Gustav Vigeland, who worked on the park for more than two decades until his death in 1943. At the top of the park, there is a monolith statue, depicting the cycles of life in great detail; the human body and human condition, from babies to elderly. Surrounding the monolith are sculptures featuring naked humans: humans caring for children, being young and playful, humans as a couple, as friends, getting older, as well as our relation to death, inner demons and corruption.

A walk through the park and its garden laying under the thick and heavy snow felt just the way it should on the first day of the year.  And I’d say, if snow shoveling was a winter sport (and it is, kind of), somebody would win a gold medal in this park.

We continued our walk to the sun.