Himmelen over fjorden var grå, og kalde vindkast fikk trærne til å rasle.

The sky over the fjord was gray, and cold gusts of wind made the trees rustle.

I den lille landsbyen var det marked i dag, og folk hastet rundt mellom bodene.

In the little village, there was a market today, and people hurried around between the stalls.

Latter og stemmer fylte luften, og lukten av nybakt brød fristet de forbipasserende.

Laughter and voices filled the air, and the smell of freshly baked bread tempted the passersby.

Sigrid trakk skjerfet tettere rundt seg og begynte å gå mot markedet.

Sigrid pulled her scarf tighter around her and began to walk towards the market.

Hun elsket høstens farger, men varmen fra sommeren var borte, og det kalde været minnet henne om at vinteren snart kom.

She loved the colors of autumn, but the warmth of summer was gone, and the cold weather reminded her that winter was coming soon.

I dag håpet hun å finne noe spesielt for å lyse opp de mørke dagene.

Today, she hoped to find something special to brighten the dark days.

"God morgen, Sigrid!"

"Good morning, Sigrid!"

Elin, den livlige grønnsaksselgeren, vinket til henne.

Elin, the lively vegetable seller, waved to her.

"Har du sett de vakre eplene i dag?"

"Have you seen the beautiful apples today?"

Sigrid smilte.

Sigrid smiled.

"Ja, de ser deilige ut, Elin," svarte hun.

"Yes, they look delicious, Elin," she replied.

"Men jeg leter etter noe annet denne gangen."

"But I'm looking for something else this time."

Oskar, en ung mann med jord under neglene og et trøtt, men vennlig smil, var også på markedet.

Oskar, a young man with dirt under his nails and a tired but friendly smile, was also at the market.

Han solgte grønnsaker fra familiens gård.

He sold vegetables from the family farm.

Han så Sigrid og nikket til henne.

He saw Sigrid and nodded to her.

Hun gikk rolig rundt i byen.

She walked leisurely around the town.

Det var ullgensere, hjemmelagde syltetøy og treleker.

There were wool sweaters, homemade jams, and wooden toys.

Men hun fant ikke noe som snakket til hjertet hennes.

But she didn't find anything that spoke to her heart.

Etter en stund stoppet hun foran en bod med vakkert håndlagde skjerf.

After a while, she stopped in front of a stall with beautifully handmade scarves.

Ett skjerf skilte seg ut.

One scarf stood out.

Det var vevd i blått og grønt, fargene som minnet henne om de dagene hun tilbrakte med sin avdøde ektemann ved sjøen.

It was woven in blue and green, the colors that reminded her of the days she spent with her late husband by the sea.

Nostalgi og kjærlighet strømmet over henne.

Nostalgia and love washed over her.

Hun tok tak i skjerfet, men et blikk på prisen fikk henne til å nøle.

She reached for the scarf, but a look at the price made her hesitate.

Hun hadde ikke råd til det.

She couldn't afford it.

Skuffet la hun det tilbake.

Disappointed, she put it back.

Oskar, som hadde sett alt, gikk nærmere.

Oskar, who had seen everything, approached.

"Det er et vakkert skjerf, Sigrid," sa han forsiktig.

"It's a beautiful scarf, Sigrid," he said gently.

"Det minner meg om noe viktig," svarte Sigrid mykt.

"It reminds me of something important," Sigrid replied softly.

Oskar tenkte et øyeblikk, så sa han: "Jeg og Elin vil gjerne gi det til deg.

Oskar thought for a moment, then said: "I and Elin would like to give it to you.

En liten takk for alle fortellingene du deler med oss.

A small thank you for all the stories you share with us.

De bringer oss nærmere tiden vi aldri selv opplevde."

They bring us closer to a time we never experienced ourselves."

Sigrid så opp, overrasket over vennligheten.

Sigrid looked up, surprised by the kindness.

"Jeg kan ikke ta imot det—" "Vi insisterer," sa Elin, som hadde kommet forbi.

"I cannot accept it—" "We insist," said Elin, who had come over.

"Det er dens egen verdi, Sigrid.

"It has its own value, Sigrid.

Fordi det varmer mer enn bare kroppen."

Because it warms more than just the body."

Sigrid kjente varme tårer i øynene.

Sigrid felt warm tears in her eyes.

"Tusen takk," sa hun endelig, rørt til dypet.

"Thank you so much," she finally said, deeply moved.

Da hun forlot markedet, følte hun seg lettere.

When she left the market, she felt lighter.

Skjerfet var ikke bare et plagg.

The scarf was more than just a garment.

Det var et tegn på at hun var del av et fellesskap.

It was a sign that she was part of a community.

Hun visste nå at hun ikke var alene mot vinterens kalde mørke.

She now knew she was not alone against winter's cold darkness.

Hun hadde sine historier, og hun hadde vennene sine.

She had her stories, and she had her friends.

Det skulle bli en varm vinter.

It would be a warm winter.