Distance chirps. Distant roars.
Here marks a boundary - solitude and surrender ahead. I keep reading that few have braved the winds and sailed with it to see what’s on the other side. I wonder what made them make the first raft. Was it for the sheer pleasure of exploration , or was it for a dire need of food, - the things under. One cannot help but wonder where it all started.
Humbling.
As the waves crash, recede and repeat it snaps one to the present. And what’s it in now?
The weekend in this little postcard town (Ljungskille) gave me the opportunity to come across some wonderful instances and people which included a talented artist quietly sketching her projects in the corner of a café (of whom I am sure to have spooked with an banal bash of “welcome to sweden”-ish banter :) . Safe trip back to NYC Linnea :) .
Explorations can and shall only continue.
