One day last week
I walked along the river, one second under the yellow light from the lamppost above, the next, swallowed in the darkness of a sky clearer than it’s been in the past month.
It is cold, somewhere around 1°C. Perhaps not as cold as this time last year, but with the many rainy days we’ve had, cold nights don’t happen often; only mornings made of fog and misty winds.
As I looked up, the norsken [nothern lights] had started their dance; one that I could gaze at for – almost – hours.
This morning
We woke up to rain. Coffee, bread toasted in a cast-iron pan, salted butter, and hjortronsylt [cloudberry jam].
We lit candles around the flat to warm the soft blue tint of the clouds projecting on our walls. And dreamt about an old house with wooden walls and a deep ceramic sink; a kitchen window and unsteady floors that crack at every step.
One month till the first snow. May it be so! We crossed our fingers under the table.
6 Comments
liz Fazenda
October 5, 2017 at 4:34 PMYour writing is just “plein de poésie” always…
Fanny
October 5, 2017 at 10:17 PMMerci <3
laurence
October 5, 2017 at 7:14 PMJe croise les doigts aussi…
Bisous mam
Fanny
October 6, 2017 at 3:55 PMDes bisous, qui seront bientôt plein de neige 🙂
Y
October 6, 2017 at 6:48 AMLove this x
Fanny
October 6, 2017 at 3:56 PMThank you <3 X