“The Wolfskin” by Risten Sokki, published in Words Without Borders

I watch the sky darkening from my seat by the living room window. I often sit here at this time of day with a cup of coffee in hand, counting the days through the fall and winter, and in the spring when the sun at long last casts its light over the world. If I look to the north, I can see the endless sea with cascading waves that splash against the shore. If I look to the west, I can see our bright white church. The wind has blown small drifts of snow in the churchyard, dappling it with rippled patterns. Here and there you can spot dark patches of bare earth between the drifts.

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