CREATIVE Writing

Well as it stands, I am without a camera, and therefore have no way of providing any visual examples of the beauty of the Swedish west coast. I guess that is my motivation for an attempt to paint a picture with the only medium currently available to me: words.

As the sun begins to set, (around 2200 hours,) one doesn't really appreciate quite how far north one is. It isn't until a couple hours and maybe a movie, or a few chapters of a book later, that you look outside to see that the first star at dusk remains the only star in the ever evening sky. Darkness is only relative to the density of the clouds during those hours around 0000.

So in the opposite way a day ends, the next begins early, well before I have woken up. Rapidly changing, unpredictable weather has been the inconstant constant: Clear evenings followed by rainy mornings, with who knows what after lunch. It keeps everything green. Abundant patches of wild blueberries, and the odd group of golden chanterelle mushrooms top the mossy carpets that thrive in the damp atmosphere sustained by the pine forests. The countless granite outcrops and cliffs, are coated with lichens, matt black to fluorescent greens and yellows. Dissecting all this into hundreds of islands and inlets are the frigid waters of the Skagerrak. Part of the body of water that divides the North and Baltic seas. Its waters, far from the crystal waters of the tropics, a deep cloudy blue.

Thats what I've seen so far anyway.

New Horizons

The time has come for a change of scenery. Rising temperatures in Spain means that the landscape is beginning to turn a shade of brown, amplifying the call of 'the greener grass', bringing me to Sweden. Along with an invitation and the prospect of new friends, new culture and new challenges made it a great choice for a summer destination.

So from here I will hopefully become more diligent with my updates, and have experiences to share. I will let you know in couple of weeks...