The window isn’t that big, really.
The view, however, offers endless horizons.
It was at this point that I observed the many shades of lights a normal late May day could offer before the midnight sun struck its aura in full force at 9 pm here in the lovable highlands of Sweden.
I really saw the yellow strike bright new green shoots.
Shadows are not just black as I affirmed today.
No, the slow turn of day to night proved otherwise.
Its icy white vault stared me from above.
I follow the direction of the sun rotate.
It was then, yes, between the frame of my window, and the deep horizon that I saw:
an insect flew by.
Carpe diem indeed Carola.
J
* dedicated to Trí¤centrum in Smí¥land