Slowing down, sleepless nights, and a meaningful miracle at the end of a few thousand kilometres
A hyggelig day
The day before I would drive several thousand kilometres, I spent hours outside in a misty day, brushing against wet leaves feeling water droplets run down my hands, slowly picking berries from bushes. I don’t know what can be a more perfect fall day feeling. It was sleepy, quiet, but conscious and appreciating. My love of the warm oven and cosy smells all day, the fresh berries, the mess of dishes and doughs, the lighted candlesticks inside, has never been more. It’s hard to imagine it more perfect in some ways.
Vetebullar
Fyriskaka
The nights before a some 2,500 kilometre drive should have been all early bedtimes and long, sound sleeps.
I really tried to let it be so, but those nights were about the total opposite. My drive was slow, interrupted often for wildlife, photography, fika, an emergency deodorant run, and naps in the back of the car - all what a road trip should be.
The little heart cloud preceding an incredible thunder and lightning storm was somehow real, and deeply appreciated <3
For now, I hide away at a quiet cabin hundreds of kilometres further away still, endlessly craving infinite hours of sleep, but I see you again soon.
