Twilight

Twilight travels, without shoes,
Beyond a chessboard of shadows,
Unto a dark path in between mountains
To fields where the waken mind
Dare not tread.

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Summer nights and quiet shores

Summer nights and quiet shores,
Without screams, without footsteps on concrete,
Only evenings sinking contentedly
Into melancholy.
A still sea mirroring earth,
A still mind mirroring life.

Nordic Winters

There is something so mesmerizing about Nordic winters. Perhaps because I grew up in the North, but I believe flocks of tourists would still agree with me.

There is something about the light…And I am not just talking about the northern lights. I am talking about the sun. So pale, but intensely lemon yellow. So low on the sky, it barely dips its head above the horizon. Making it feel as though it is always dusk or dawn.

And when it reflects on the crisp snow, or the thinly iced over fjords or lakes. Magic happens…

There is something about the air…always so clear and cold. Washing over your face in the morning, instantly refreshing you. There is not even a hint of pollution in that air. It just smells of ocean and trees and snow.

I love the soft blueness of cloudy days. It feels as though you have walked in to a world painted in all shades of pastels. Even people’s faces take on a softer and more mellow glow. And there is a quiet that comes with that softness. Only accompanied by the the sound of surf against the harbor and booted feet stepping in new snow.

Nordic Winters can seem lonely for those who appreciate social noise and crowds of people. You can walk along a street not seeing any other soul. But if you look closer you will see the light behind windows. Candle light and little warm glowing lamps and fire places. You might hear a faint sound of music or laughter. Or perhaps even get a glance of a family huddled up under blankets drinking coffee or cocoa to keep warm.

You might think this is not a very hospitable place for animals to live in. But our lake birds prefer to winter over here. They will always get plenty of food by walkers-by and even though most lakes freezes over, the ocean is never far away. You will see ducks and swans waddling on thin ice all through winter. It is a cozy and rather funny sight.

There certainly is something magic about Nordic Winters that I don’t find anywhere else in the world, even in cold and snowy countries. I think it has to do with the topography, the climate and the lack of pollution. It truly is a Winter Wonderland. That is, if you dress yourself properly. 😄😄

Autumn in the city

There is something about wandering around cobbled street surrounded by russet leaves and trees with amber crowns leaning against brightly lit shop windows and cozy white painted cafes.

There is something about the dim orange autumnal light making tan-less faces shine beautiful, and the northern wind whipping up rose cream to brush on people’s cheeks.

There is something about little wooden homed cafes in the autumn rain with people in them drinking hot chocolate and smiling while wet drops cover the windows with diamonds.

There is something about children and puppies tossing around leaves and dancing in muddy puddles.

There is something about listening to the sea while sitting on a bench in a park eating Cinnamon buns with cold stiff hands.

There is something about autumn in the city…especially in the north where the sun blazes so briefly in the summer, yet so strong into the night itself. There is something about the nip in the air on those first days of October, waking us up and inviting us in, celebrating the natural rawness of sea and sky and land…