"When I was a child, and when the sun was shining, I would go skiing over carpets of diamonds. I was always sure that if I bent down slowly and carefully enough, I would be able to grab one of them. But I never managed that, it was always gone before my hand reached it.
In the forest stood queens and trolls, small kids in groups and large kings and princesses. And all of them were covered in soft, white shapeless gowns. I never touched those. I still walk in the same forests, but now I sometimes will use my ski pole to make sure that the snow will not break a big tree branch or break the top of a small tree.
The white diamond carpet is still there – as it will always be when the sun shines on the snow. But I never bend down to pick diamonds anymore. It is enough to know they are there."
(My translation, my mistakes:)