IN FRONT OF ME
the sight of Trondheim (NORWAY). Me in a borrowed jacket, in a borrowed life awaiting to spring out. Me in the calm tides of one of the thousands of my possible futures. Very possible.
And yes, maybe the BLOG WILL TURN INTO ENGLISH from today.
This can be a beginning. Or another circle. Calm clear waters flute at my feet longing to kiss them, a thick rope follows the current, tied to the river bottom. This is Norway. Maybe my way.