just being

spent this sunny saturday with my library-in-a-bag on a small beach on the island Gressholmen, just a short ferry trip from Oslo. Completely overwhelmed by the beauty of the archipelago, books, newspapers and notebook remained unopened. Instead I passed hours dreaming under the clouds, listening to the sound of wind, waves and seagulls. Poems of spring everywhere, whispering promises, things going on, hearts still beating. Walking around on the rocks and the beaches, sand under my feet, watching the joyfull explosion of black eyes at the edge of the trail, the ants on the stones, the busy duck couple on the seaside. What a feeling returning back home after having done nothing all day, just beeing alive.

On days like this it feels like such a blessing to live in Norway.