Since 2 days, the moon, northern lights and stars are reflected on snow and ice, and are turning our heads. Around midday, a very pale twilight is showing up in the south, but the polar night is holding out. -20°C and absolute silence outside, unless when dogs are barking after Léonie's cries, or when ice pack is cracking. +15°C and fresh bread and chocolate cake smell inside Vagabond, it's Sunday.