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…
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…
The diesel needs to get going After my half rest day yesterday – I walked from my palace shelter to the beach and the harbor and back, about 13 kilometers – I plan to leave… Lees meer…
Enjoying in my palace The late evening and night in my shelter palace are simply magical. I watch the sky slowly change from blue to pink and enjoy so much space and comfort. It feels… Lees meer…