Time moves differently…

in the woods. Oftentimes, I’ll take a long walk in the forest and when I return I’ll feel like three or more hours have passed. But when I look at the clock, I’ll see it’s only been an hour or so. I find this odd, as time usually feels slow when you’re not having a

A Song for Sunna

I went and had another walk by the sea today. The sun was already low when I came to the shore at around 2 p.m. and soon I found myself whispering an improvised tune to Sunna. Later, I wrote the words down and added a few extra verses. The poem is in Swedish, which is