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Östlibacken 10:07 am

In Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2011/12/25 at 15:49

The lateness of the winter sunrise means that even I am able to witness its glory. Where the valley opens up in the east, the dawn has broken through the ash grey clouds overhead with gusto and vibrance. Left is only pale blue sky tinted yellow at the edges of the mountains and a few torn cloud rags, lit from below in a vibrant orange. All this against a backdrop of old, forrest clad mountains sprinkled in snow. Once again i find myself, phone in hand, my fingers tapping out a description, for no other reason then my mind putting words to what my eyes find beautiful.

Högåsen 10:48 am

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Writing on 2011/12/22 at 20:29

The orange globe of the sun hangs low in the december sky, barely reaching above the mountain range in the east. It spreads its amber rays over the white snow causing everything to sparkle with joy.  The air feels crisp and cool against my skin as I speed down the slope in long, sweeping turns, cutting a smooth, clear path through the corduroy surface. This is one of those moments when everything just comes together and it is, in a word, perfect. I live for moments like this!

Lift in Åre 10:49 am

In Feeling of the moment, Writing on 2011/12/22 at 20:16

There is a piercing pain below my knee and a numbing pain in my elbow every time i move my right arm. The weather is generally overcast and a bit windy and it’s hard to see clearly. All of that is of no consequence, it is my first day in the snow since april and it feels good to be back.

South western Sweden 3:23 pm

In Place description, Reflections, Writing on 2011/12/22 at 20:14

The train is thundering through the kind of  landscape that seems typical of the un-forrested parts of northern europe, open plains, groves of trees and small hillocks on the horizon. Everything is covered in a thin layer of snow, the black trunks of trees sticking out against the white. The thin pink streaks against the pale blue sky alert me to setting of the sun and i lean closer to the window, despite the heater being set to Death valley mode, and cringe my neck to look behind me. The western sky is brightly lit in that pinkish orange tone that only a sunset can produce, with hills and valleys formed by strips of cloud. The horizon is a pale yellow shifting into amber just above the winter white plain.  I realize that i seem to write a lot about sunsets but i guess it’s like any person with a camera having a recurring motif in their pictures, be it happy people a parties, their infant child or landscapes. For me it is the sky and particularly sunsets, there nothing quite so vividly colorful and beautiful.

My appartment 1:44 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Writing on 2011/12/10 at 17:47

I’m lying curled up in a little ball on the cold, hard bathroom floor,  it seems to be the only way to keep the nausea at bay; the toilet bowl is only inches away, just in case I need to throw up, all I have to do is raise my head. This is the worst hangover I had  since, well I can’t remember the last time I felt this bad, it was probably some time in the beginning of the year so at least six months ago. Here, in a fetal position on the floor, I remember exactly what it was that made me promise myself to never get more than slightly drunk in all of 2010 and I immediately repeat that decision for 2012.  Woe is me, for there is nothing I can do, I just have to suffer through this, and suffer I do.