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Metro train near Alvik, 1:28 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Writing on 2014/01/28 at 10:22

The world outside the window is bleak and grey. The bare tree trunks form grey shadows against the milky white sky, the thin branches radiating skywards like so many fingers. The buildings in the distance look deserted, like empty shells. We pass over some water but it is inky black, not a ripple on the surface, with sheets of broken ice floating dismally by the edge. The ground, clear of snow and ice despite the season is either a naked soil black or covered in sickly yellow grass. The dead world outside mirrors the emptiness inside me, a desolation of the soul brought about by the absence of a certain girl by my side. Sigh…


Air over Amsterdam 8:46 am

In Feeling of the moment, Writing on 2014/01/28 at 10:22

We have just passed through the clouds, and so too, apparently, has the sun. For when you leave the colorful sunrise behind and come down beneath the cloud cover, you kind of expect the day to be dreary and grey. What a surprise then to be greeted, as you leave the layer of mist behind, by a brilliant, dazzling golden light that fills up the otherwise dismal world with warmth and brightness. A fleeting moment of bliss that dissipates as the golden glow fades.

Titlis glacier 1:52 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Writing on 2014/01/26 at 13:08

The view from up here is magnificent, all around in the distance the stupendous mountains of the Swiss Alps, snowclad broken tips and bare cliff faces. The sky is overcast but lively and and on the horizon, just above the mountain tops, is a gap in the clouds showing a strip of azure blue. The weather however is bad, my provisional winter clothes that have worked well so far, are insufficient to withstand the cold. The wind blows icy needles into my face that sting my eyes and my hand quickly turn to frozen lumps. I cannot remain here, no matter how much I want to stay and enjoy the view, stay and enjoy the fields of fresh snow and empty slopes, for the sake of comfort and, if I linger too long, life, I must get down and find some warmth. For another time, for better weather and proper clothes, I leave the glacier with haste.