. When she pushed the tall and heavy wooden door open, the first thing that she noticed was the aerial organ music coming from above her head. She hesitated for a moment. There was not a soul in sight, not a single believer sitting in one of the dozens of benches neatly aligned in the…… Continue reading Take me to church… – FFFC
I was packing my backpack. Stocking only the essential, not needing more. I was excited, and frightened. I had a blind date with Denmark! Three weeks, a revelation, a turning point. The realization that sometimes, dreams do come true. A dream… captured in a few pictures. Until next time.
There was no reason for boarding that train, and no reason for wandering the city’s nameless streets again… None, but the hope of finding the answer to a question she had left there the year before. She walked, passed den gamle biograf, and trusted her instinct with every right or left turn, not needing…… Continue reading Returning to Viborg…
Cyranny's Cove 