You have to trust
I cry I cry. In the morning, upon waking. Light mist hovering over the lake. Markless water. Complete silence. These are tears without sobs. Tears of emotion, of happiness, for all this beauty. The spot… Lees meer…
I cry I cry. In the morning, upon waking. Light mist hovering over the lake. Markless water. Complete silence. These are tears without sobs. Tears of emotion, of happiness, for all this beauty. The spot… Lees meer…
Escaping from the scouts Sleeping on the ‘veranda’ is pleasant, but I’m not entirely at ease. I wake up early, which isn’t unusual, but I decide to get up right away. You never know, I… Lees meer…
Television is unnecessary You really don’t need a television here. Not anywhere, but especially not here. My view from the shelter is like one big widescreen. I can stare at the horizon for hours without… Lees meer…
Pure writer’s luxury It’s almost noon again as I leave Palace number 2. This was yet another excellent night with all the comforts. I even have a table in the cabin, allowing me to sit… Lees meer…
Coastal obstacles What a delightful spot this was, right by the sea. With the sounds of the gentle waves and the nearby village of Skallevold in the background. Not disturbing at all, I actually found… Lees meer…
A new strategy After the strenuous day yesterday, I only wake up at half past eight. Then I happily turn over again. In the meantime, I’ve decided to take a creative approach to this route.… Lees meer…