Now the strong wind blew straight into the drawing room. It shook the dust off the gauze around the chandelier, and it fanned the ashes in the porcelain stove. It flapped the decals that were pasted on the walls. One of them came off and was carried away.

 The room was filled with a smell of night and firs, and Moomintroll thought: “Good. A family has to be ventilated at times.” He went out on the steps and stared out into the damp darkness.
“Now I’ve got everything,” Moomintroll said to himself. “I’ve got the whole year. Winter too. I’m the first Moomin to have lived through an entire year.”

- From Moominland Midwinter
By Tove Jansson