Memories

Scenes from a rainy day

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 PM

    Your writing is just “plein de poésie” always…

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    • Fanny
      October 5, 2017 at 10:17 PM

      Merci <3

      Reply
  • laurence
    October 5, 2017 at 7:14 PM

    Je croise les doigts aussi…
    Bisous mam

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    • Fanny
      October 6, 2017 at 3:55 PM

      Des bisous, qui seront bientôt plein de neige 🙂

      Reply
  • Y
    October 6, 2017 at 6:48 AM

    Love this x

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    • Fanny
      October 6, 2017 at 3:56 PM

      Thank you <3 X

      Reply

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