August has been a restless month. A month of slow rivers, islanders and orchids. There has been travelling bookshops and art drawn in beach sand, Caramel Lattes and concert dresses.
August has always been, for me, a month of change. In Norway it is the last month of summer, a month of goodbyes and hellos, when new beginnings are lightly stepped into wearing new shoes perfect for walking in the rain.
Dreams, behind closed eyes and with eyes wide open, have been many. Angels and lovers, art shows and poetry and a quiet call to the darkening coast spilling summer colors all over the shoreline.
I have felt the wings of change gently brushing against my shimmering cheeks and know that something is coming. I think it is something good. The romantic endeavors of autumn leaves may bring us something we are unprepared for: Colors. And not the crayon kind. The kind that set the world awhirl with otherness.
All in all August has not let me rest despite its slow pace. So I have gathered a bunch of seashells and made art to pass the time until… Until the waves wash in and claim their beauty back to the sea. So buckle up people and keep a weather eye on that horizon of yours.
