Winter in the yurt is the purest of all seasons. You do not only hear the elements from the outside – like the trickling snow on the roof – you have them inside with you in the round. Whenever you leave your home for more than a day, the cold will be everywhere. In every cupboard, every blanket. Behind the bed. But you can chase it rapidly. Fire it away with the wooden stuff. Frighten it with its crackling. And the night falls soon, creating a cave of warmth and in midst of a very hostile environment that we totally have forgotten about, but which is the world, as it used to be. And as it will become again…