Light

The world is new again. Changed by white, cold stars from heaven, by millions and millions of unique creations. It is like taking off your sunglasses during twilight, realizing the night is not really here, it is still day, you can still see. It is like a layer of soft almost unnoticeable light has wrapped itself around the world, like light decided to show darkness how weak the dark really is. It is like peace wanted to make a personal appearance and found the best way to do it.

Who created this?

The peace in taking the first step in new snow. In being the only one outside. In walking without making a sound and feeling safer than in the arms of a loved. The beauty in a walk on the beach a late night, hearing only the sound of small waves coming and going in a soothing rhythm and the quiet echo of silence. Seeing big flakes of white slowly getting closer to the surface and disappearing in the softest touch of the water.

A revelation of a greater God then anyone could understand.
Standing in awe of Him.

Baking

 

Hannah :)

Anne

Håkon

A helping hand

Gullaugfaster

Just some small glimpses

Almost sun 

 Close up of one of the cabins on Hyrting

Another close up. In this one: One of their ... pets.

Fyksesundsbrua, 1937. The view from Hyrting

Playing with light and darkness. When light comes.

Helgatun. They do know how to play.

Bård

Colors. Kastrup airport, Denmark.

The window in farmors basement bedroom.

My Nikon and I playing. 

The first snow landing on our roof.

The next day! Snow and sun makes me happy

Through my window.

Not the best move

I move stuff. I really enjoy moving stuff, things, objects. And since I don't have a house or an apartment, a car, a cabin, a garage or anything but a small room all the way on the top of a house, I keep moving things in circles within that particular area. My mum, who is responsible for pretty much the entire rest of the house does not like it when I start moving, rearranging and the inevitable removing. It normally ends with half of my things standing on the wrong side of the door to my room - according to my mother anyway. I have lived some years now, and I have long ago realized the meaning of things take time. I have so many things I have no idea how many, where they are and why, where and when to use them. So sometimes I want to get rid of some of those things, and I put it - like I said - on the other side of my door. I can not get rid of it, but I do not want it. Or I do actually want it, I just do not have anywhere to put it. When I am home I do not use it, and when I am away I do not miss it. If someone took something I would maybe never notice it.

In a way all this fascinates me.
But I am not going to talk about my materialism right now.

This was actually going to be a really short post about me moving my bed to a new place; almost right underneath the window*. Meaning I have experienced something new the last week, today being the best night for it. When I go to bed and try to sleep, when it is November and hardly any light during the day, when I am not supposed to need the curtains I have never had and when it is supposed to rain all the time, every day and night. Now, now is when the light from the moon hits my face when I lay it on my pillow, and now is when the night makes me want to sleep with sunglasses on. And do not tell me it does not matter because I sleep with my eyes closed before you have tried being hit in the face by ms. Moon every night for a week.

God, what are you doing? Why are you giving us such amazing weather? Why are you making the month that is supposedly the most depressing one nice and bright and shining? I can not sleep at night! 

Picture from Flickr

*Window: Not a hole in the wall, but in the roof.