Not just another beautiful day
Early in the morning a few days ago I was working in the apple orchard as usual. Many mornings are so fantastic. Beautiful. Getting up at four and an hour later start working, getting a head start on everything and come home earlier than everyone else.
This morning I kept climbing up and down the ladder but I could not really concentrate on work because of the surroundings, the sun rise, the peaceful moments. At the top of my ladder, I just stopped, took a deep breath and looked out over the orchard, watching the mist rise from the ground. Sometimes I even feel so light, as if I could glide up with the mist to greet the clouds. I truly love mornings and my work.
Summer night in February
I can’t understand that it is already February. Where have this last year gone? Last time we saw Sweden was when the flowers blossomed, the birds began to sing and the first warm days arrived. I remember everything so well. The Excitement – the Chaos – and then the Freedom. What always makes me sad is when you leave people behind that you love dearly and the last time you see them, is not the last time, though you won’t see them again for a long time. Also – you cannot be completely sure they’ll recognise you when you get back. Or that others change and grow up until you meet them the next time. At least, that’s the way I sometimes think.
In my opinion I haven’t changed that much. I am still childish sometimes and at other times too mature for my own age. Always been, but I have began wondering if my age and myself will catch up in a few years time. Maybe you don’t really understand what I mean, neither do I occasionally, but I’ve always been too mature. A little bit too serious in everything I have done and soon I won’t be too mature for my age. Then I will be in phase.
What will probably happen then is that I’ll become more childish from the passing years. I don’t mind. I kinda like being… just me. What about you?
Have a safe journey
In seven hours time my friend Veronica is leaving from Stockholm on a well deserved vacation to Thailand. She will be gone for two weeks with one of her amazing friends. All of which made me think of this picture.
It is taken in Brisbane in September 2008, only a few weeks before my beloved came to Australia for the first time. I remember that it was one of those rare nights that seems to be filled with some sort of magic. With me, were my German mate mARTin and my friendly Irish room mate James. Both of whom I miss a lot. Quite a lot to be frank. We were just strolling around the park with our cameras, trying to catch some glimpses of the night life.
Isn’t it funny how some people you meet, only for a fraction of ones life, can make such a huge impact on everything? Honestly, what would life be without friends?
by Ken
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