Blogging · Fiction · stories · summer

Shooting star…

  As I lay down, in the back of my pickup truck, with only my coat rolled tight to rest my head on, I thought of you… The sky was clear, and the city far, far away. I couldn’t even see its glare on the horizon anymore. The sun had set a long time ago,…… Continue reading Shooting star…

Blogging · Denmark · Me myself and I · Travel

Climbing to the top of Denmark… (Updated)

  If you are following my wanderings through Vikingland, here is yet another episode of my latest trip. Click below to enjoy my memories of the hike up Denmark's (almost) highest point, Himmelbjerget!   https://www.youtube.com/embed/o7j5jnpGqHM?version=3&rel=1&fs=1&autohide=2&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&wmode=transparent Again, jetlag played around with me, and this morning, I was up at 4 o’clock, before the sun even thought… Continue reading Climbing to the top of Denmark… (Updated)

Blogging · Denmark · Me myself and I · Thoughts · Travel

Beautiful day in Silkeborg… (Updated)

I am back home, but I still have a lot of catching up to do, blogging-wise. Click below to find out about another day spent in the heart of Jutland!   https://www.youtube.com/embed/GgIPAI1rrCQ?version=3&rel=1&fs=1&autohide=2&showsearch=0&showinfo=1&iv_load_policy=1&wmode=transparent Today, my host here in Silkeborg, took me for a long walk, in and around town. What is most impressive about Silkeborg, is… Continue reading Beautiful day in Silkeborg… (Updated)

Blogging · Fiction · short

The snowflake…

On days like today, Nature didn’t seem to bother with simple physics’ laws. The snow floated in mid-air, weightless, like sparkling diamonds waiting to be picked. The birds sang spring songs in the backstreet, probably to shake the lingering cold off their feathers. I walked pointlessly. Just a blurry silhouette in a Monet winter scene.…… Continue reading The snowflake…

Blogging · Denmark · Thoughts · Travel

Meet me…

    Meet me in Langeland, where the sea licks the wavy pebble beaches at the feet of the cliffs. I could sit there forever, right on the edge, legs in the void. Kicking through air that smells like freedom, and peace of mind. A wind of change blowing softly through my bouncy curls and…… Continue reading Meet me…